#but for now i need to focus on getting myself and my house ready for the semester. which starts wednesday

[gillianthecat]

Hello, world.

[mariasont]

Be So Stupid - S.R

a/n: this has been sitting in my WIPs for so long and i finally finished it! now going to reward myself with online shopping xoxo

kind of inspired by when jj and reid split up in season 2 i think? when morgan was kinda being rude to her but i picture like season 12-13 spence

masterlist

pairings: spencer reid x fem!reader

summary: you make a mistake while on a case nearly getting spencer killed, morgan has some choice words and spencer is ready to beat his ass over it

warnings: morgan being a little shit simply for the plot, mention of spencer almost dying, spencer being a protective king pussy boss

wc: 1.4k

How could you be so stupid?

Those were the words that had been on replay, a constant loop, for the past two days. It's because, somewhere inside, you knew Morgan was justified in what he said. How could you have been so stupid to split up with Spencer at the unsubs house?

He was taken by the unsub, a trigger pull away from death. But the team got there, and he was okay. He was alive and breathing and healthy, and you tried to focus on these facts when your chest tightened with that familiar agonizing twinge.

It was a relief not to face anyone afterward. As soon as you got home from the case, you holed yourself up in your apartment, obsessively dissecting the events until the recollections twisted your insides with a nauseating sense of dread. You had run through every potential scenario in your head, agonizing over the grim outcomes if you hadn't arrived when you did.

You would've never forgiven yourself.

So here you were, hiding out in Penelope's lair, doing your paperwork. You convinced yourself it wasn't hiding; rationalizing it as a need for more peace and quiet than the bullpen could offer. You knew it was bullshit, and so did Garcia.

"Just so you know, I'm fully prepared to kick his ass on your behalf," she announced, swiveling to face her monitors, the ribbons in her hair trailing her movement like colorful comets. "It was totally uncalled for. Everyone agrees."

"Everyone?"

"Well, okay, not Spencer, but that's only because he doesn't know," Garcia continued, her pen tapping a silent code against her cheek, followed by the clack of keys. "If he did, he'd definitely kick his ass."

"I don't know about that," you said, repeatedly stretching and releasing the hair tie around your wrist, each snap a self-inflicted reprimand.

"He called you stupid." She was shaking her head so vigorously her blonde locks tumbled into her eyes as she paused her typing to look at you. "And you, my gorgeous friend, are anything but."

"Generally speaking, sure, but this time, Pen, I really screwed up."

"Who called you stupid?"

Spencer's voice was incredibly hard to ignore, distinct—you would recognize it anywhere.

Garcia and you stopped dead, your eyes growing impossibly large as she gave you a look as if to say, Morgan is screwed.

"No one."

"Morgan."

You and Garcia blurt your words out at the same time, your voices clashing in the air. You whipped your head to Garcia, the betrayal written on your face as she only shrugged her shoulders.

"Why would he say that to you?"

Spencer's steps towards you were measured, but each one amplified your unease, you hands wringing together as you looked away. He could read you like a book, and most times that was a good thing, but today it was definitely not.

"It's really not a big deal, Spencer," you insisted, pursing you lips as you dragged your gaze up and over him. "But how about you? How are you holding up?"

You were on your feet in an instant, a little too quickly, wobbling on your heel just a tab before Spencer grabbed your elbow. You ignore his touch, or at least you try, and press the back of your hand to his forehead.

He wasn't warm, but you sure were.

"You know, I don't think you should be back at work so soon."

You weren't lying when you said that. It seemed to soon. Was he looking a little pale? You couldn't tell. He should be home.

His hand was suddenly around your wrist, soft but firm, easing you away from his forehead, his eyes narrowing at you.

"Hey, I'm alright." He was trying to be assuring, offering a faint smile that only served to make your stomach do backflips. "Really, I am."

His fingers frapped around your wrist, not quite letting go, as he directed his attention to Garcia. "Why did he say that to her?"

"I'm right here," you grumbled under your breath, but Spencer was paying you no mind.

"I'm aware," Spencer answered without looking at you as his hands found their way to your shoulders, thumbs tracing absent patterns on your skin. "But you are not providing any answers."

Garcia cut in, folding her arms over her chest as her eyes pinned you with an unspoken accusation. "He said it because you two split up on the case."

Her words seemed to thicken the air itself, snatching away the previous ease as Spencer's expression darkened. It was a new and unsettling sight--the tightness in his jaw, the faint crease in his brows, and the steely sharpness in his eyes.

Without uttering a single syllable, he spun on his heel and strode out the door. You didn't hesitate to chase after him, an inkling of his destination propelling you forward. The look on his face had planted a seed of fear about what he was going to do.

Sure enough, there he was, just as you anticipated, in the middle of the bull pit. His gaze locked on Morgan with a laser-like precision, like a hawk eyeing its prey.

"How could you say that to her?" His voice was jagged, hands thumping against Morgan's shoulders in a way that you frantically looked around for Hotch. "What? Were you trying to make her feel bad? What's the matter with you?"

"Easy, Spencer, what are you getting at?" Morgan's hands went up defensively. But when Spencer's eyes flickered to you, the puzzle pieces clicked into place. "Oh..."

Morgan's eyes found yours. "Come here, sugar."

Morgan was your friend, a good one at that, and you really didn't blame him for what he said. He had good intentions. But here in the bullpen being open and exposed you found yourself stalling, glancing towards Spencer.

Only after he gave you a nod did you take that tentative step forward, clammy palms running down your pants as you stood in front of Morgan.

"Look, I was out of line. Calling you stupid was stupid of me," he started, hand grabbing on your upper arm as he spoke. "We've all been in tough spots and I was an asshole for adding to the pressure instead of helping you through it."

And you knew he meant it, even if it took Spencer nearly coming to blows to bring it about. 

"It's okay, I know you didn't mean it, Morgan. And it was my fault really, for not staying with Spencer."

"First off, we made that call together, so if anyone's at fault, it's both of us," Spencer reminded, his hand settling on your lower back as he moved closer to you. His gaze then drilled into Morgan. "And second, Morgan, she's too nice. I say you owe her a month's work of paperwork at least."

You opened your mouth to object, but Morgan cut you off, his hand on your shoulder stopping me mid-breath. "After what I said? I'll do you one better--I'll handle your paperwork for two months."

He was gone before you could even thank him, making his way towards the break room, leaving you and Spencer.

"Hey, look at me." You did, raising your eyes to meet his. "What happened on that last case—it's not on you. We made a call, and we did it with the best intentions. It's not your fault."

He regarded you so... softly. It stirred a flutter of goosebumps across your skin, your hands rubbing up and down your arms as if to smooth away the sensation.

"Seeing you in that situation, so close to..." You paused, drawing in a ragged breath as the sickening memories came flooding back. "I can't help but feel responsible. It's a tough guilt to shake."

He rearranged a lock of hair behind your ear. 

"It's a cognitive distortion to assume sole responsibility, but that's just your brain tricking you." Taking your hand he pressed it over his heart. "A human heart beats over two billion times in a lifetime. And every beat right now is telling you, I'm all good."

You could feel his heartbeat—thump, thump—against your palm. You caught yourself wanting to know what it would be like to fall asleep to the sound.

You were so close to each other now, the distance, or lack thereof, slightly overwhelming. "You're all good?"

He gave your hand a squeeze. "I'm all good."

You remained motionless, hand pressed to his chest, wondering if your heart could ever beat in sync with his.

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[shitsndgiggs]

Hi Kaya! So yesterday night I got drunk for the first time, I was wondering maybe if you could do a hector fort one. Where he’s with his friends while she’s at her friends house having a little girls night with her friends and she’s just completely out of it but her friends have taken care of her but she just wants hector and she’s just all knocked out and stumbling everywhere and stuff. And he comes too pick her up after a face time call with her and her friends. And he’s so amused and concerned at the same time cause he’s never seen her like that. Love your fics so much!❤️I have the worst headache😭😭😭

A/N: Ooooh, getting drunk for the first time?! I hope it lived up to all your wild expectations. Nothing unexpected happened, right? If so, SPILL THE TEA🥳

DRUNK DIAL - HÉCTOR FORT

Héctor picking you up from a girls night

Héctor Fort x fem! reader

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Laughter filled the living room as the night carried on, the scent of pizza and popcorn lingering in the air.

My friends and I had been planning this girls' night for weeks, and it had turned out to be just as fun—and chaotic—as we’d imagined.

Drinks flowed freely, and soon enough, I found myself far more than just tipsy.

“Y/N, how many have you had?” one of my friends, Mia, giggled, watching me attempt to sit down but completely miss the couch and flop onto the floor instead.

I laughed hysterically, though my coordination was shot, and I was barely able to stay sitting upright. “I dunno,” I slurred, waving her off. “I’m fine! Totally… fine.”

Mia and the others exchanged amused glances, but I could see the concern creep in. They knew me well enough to know I rarely drank this much, but tonight had been one of those nights where I just let go.

Except now, I was paying for it by stumbling around, completely out of it.

“Y/N, are you sure you’re good?” My other friend, Lily, asked, kneeling down to try and help me up. “You look like you’re ready to pass out.”

“I’m not passing out!” I insisted, although my words were slurring beyond recognition. “But… I want Hector.”

They laughed softly, but it was clear I was no longer in any state to take care of myself. As much as they loved me, they weren’t about to let me destroy their apartment in my drunken stupor.

“She’s never been this drunk before,” Mia said, shaking her head with a mix of amusement and worry. “We should call Hector. She’s not going to calm down until she sees him.”

“I’ll FaceTime him,” Lily said, grabbing my phone from the coffee table. “Hopefully, he’s not too busy.”

As I flopped back onto the couch, I heard the familiar ringing of FaceTime, and then suddenly, Hector’s face appeared on the screen.

I could barely focus on it, but just hearing his voice made me smile.

“Hey, man!” Lily greeted him, trying to sound casual but clearly looking for help. “Um, we’re having a little bit of a situation here…”

Hector, who was out with his friends, looked confused at first but quickly concerned when he noticed the background noise and then saw me stumbling around behind her. “Is Y/N okay? What happened?”

Mia leaned over, showing me slumped on the couch, giggling at something none of them understood. “Yeah, she’s just… really, really drunk. We tried to take care of her, but she keeps asking for you.”

Hector blinked, his concern deepening, though a small smile tugged at his lips. “She’s that bad, huh? I’ve never seen her like this.”

“Neither have we,” Lily said, shaking her head. “She’s out of it, man. Do you think you can come pick her up?”

Hector laughed softly, though his voice was still filled with worry. “Yeah, I’ll be there soon. I just need to wrap up here with the guys. Keep her safe until I get there, okay?”

“Of course,” Mia said, waving off his concern. “She’s not going anywhere. We’re just… trying to keep her from knocking over any more lamps.”

I barely registered what was going on, my head fuzzy and thoughts jumbled, but the sound of Hector’s voice brought a small comfort.

I tried reaching for the phone, slurring, “Hector… where are you? Come get me!”

“I’m on my way, baby,” he said gently, his voice calming even through the screen. “Just sit tight.”

Twenty minutes later, I was still sitting in the same spot, though my friends had managed to get some water into me. Just as I was about to attempt to stand up again, there was a knock on the door.

“He’s here,” Lily said, jumping up to answer it.

Hector stepped inside, and the second I saw him, I felt a wave of relief wash over me. Even in my drunken haze, just his presence made everything feel a little less chaotic.

He was dressed casually, jeans and a hoodie, but the look of concern on his face was unmistakable.

“Oh my god, you actually came!” I exclaimed, stumbling toward him. “You’re my hero.”

Hector chuckled, catching me before I tripped and faceplanted into his chest. “Whoa, easy there,” he said softly, wrapping his arms around me to steady me. “You’re a mess.”

I looked up at him, blinking slowly as if trying to process his words. “I’m fine. Just… maybe a little too much wine.”

“Maybe?” Hector raised an eyebrow, amused, but he was still clearly concerned as he helped me sit back down on the couch.

“I’ve never seen her like this,” Mia admitted, giving Hector an apologetic look. “We didn’t know she’d drink this much.”

“It’s okay,” Hector assured them, sitting beside me as I clung to his arm. “I’ve got her from here.”

My friends gave him grateful smiles, and I slurred something about being perfectly capable of standing up on my own—right before I nearly fell off the couch again.

Hector chuckled, catching me before I could fall. “Alright, alright, I think it’s time to get you home,” he said softly, brushing a strand of hair out of my face. “You’ve had a long night.”

“Only if you carry me,” I teased, though my voice was far too slurred to sound coherent.

Hector sighed but with a fond smile. “Of course. Let’s get you home.”

With that, he scooped me up into his arms, and I leaned my head against his chest, feeling more comfortable than I had all night.

Even through the drunken haze, I felt safe with him, like everything was going to be okay now that he was here.

As he carried me to the car, my friends waved him off with thanks and promises to check in tomorrow.

Hector placed me gently in the passenger seat, buckling me in as I blinked up at him with a sleepy smile.

“You’re the best, you know that?” I murmured, my head lolling back against the seat.

“I know,” Hector replied, smiling softly as he brushed a kiss to my forehead. “But you’re going to hate me tomorrow when you have the worst headache.”

“I don’t care,” I mumbled, half-asleep already. “Just… don’t leave me.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” he said gently, brushing a hand over my hair. “Let’s get you home.”

And with that, Hector drove us back, his hand never leaving mine, even as I drifted off to sleep, the comfort of him being near making everything feel a little less blurry.

[bloatedandalone04]

The Night has Just Begun

➪the one where you and hayden make a sex tape.

Warnings: sex tape obvi, smut, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, oral (m receiving), swearing, think that might be it..

Word Count: 3.2k

Do not repost this anywhere, reblogs are fine ♡

The way Hayden looks with short hair never fails to drive you crazy. 

He had just finished filming Vanishing on 7th Street, and you would’ve been upset about his character’s end in that movie if he didn’t look so damn good in it. He had cut his hair short for this movie, and he got to act like a dick for most of it, and the contrast of that to his usual kind and friendly behavior had you going a bit feral. 

In celebration of the film being completed, he suggested a night at a nice hotel before going back to your house and settling back down after the chaos that occurs on set during the process of making a movie. You agreed, of course, then presented the idea of perhaps filming some behind the scenes stuff at the hotel, and he was all on board. 

Hayden was sitting at the bottom of the bed when you entered the room, and you looked to the right to see the camera and smirked a bit as you closed and locked the door behind you. 

His jacket was tossed onto the chair in the corner of the room, leaving him in just a white tee and jeans, and the simple yet extremely attractive outfit had you biting down on your lip as you paused a few feet away from him. 

You knew you were in frame now, and Hayden knew it, too, as he gave you a small smirk and beckoned you over to him, “Come here,” he softly demanded, but you just stood still with a mischievous glint in your eyes as you began to shrug off your jacket. “Come here, baby.” He tried again, and you gave in.

Walking over to him, you were a few feet away when he wrapped one hand around the back of your thigh as his other one gently grabbed your wrist and halted your action of ridding yourself of your jacket. 

“That’s my job,” he murmured as he pulled you to stand in between his legs and dropped your wrist in order to push the fabric from your shoulders. 

Heat takes over your entire body as you slide your hands up his arms as his slide down the backs of your thighs. “Oh, right,” you say as he leans down to begin placing kisses down the front of your shirt. “I was getting ahead of myself.”

Hayden hummed as he grinned up at you before sliding his hands further down to press against the backs of your knees, making you fall forward a bit. You settle on his lap as a blush takes over your face, and you hide your head in the crevice of his neck. “What?” He laughed quietly. “Why are you hiding?”

You huff and lift your head again, glancing off to the right and looking into the camera lens before returning your gaze to him. “I’ve never done anything like this before.” You confessed, bracing your hands on his shoulders as you shifted on top of him. “I’m nervous.”

“It’s okay,” Hayden nodded in understanding as he leaned in and placed an open mouthed kiss to the base of your throat before looking at the camera as well. “Me too.”

He sure as fuck didn’t look nervous to do this. He looked ready, prepared to get you off in all the ways he’s done before, but this time on film. 

“We don’t have to,” he said quietly. “I can turn it off-”

“I want to do this,” you mumble and bite down on your lip. “But what if someone sees it?”

Hayden smirked a bit, “Well, then they’re in for quite the show,” he teased then softened his gaze as he grabbed your hips. “I promise, no one other than you and I will see it. It’s just for us. It’s just us.”

That was really all the reassurance you needed to forget about the camera and instead focus on the achingly beautiful man beneath you. “Just us,” you say back and close your eyes as he leaned in and kissed along your neck. 

His hands grip your waist tightly as he moves your body so you’re straddling his right thigh. “Just us. I’m not letting anyone else see you like this,” he promised. “It’s all for me. Now ride my thigh.”

Your eyes open at that, and you nearly moan at the look he was giving you. “Okay,” you easily give in as you slowly start to rub your core against his thigh. You actually moan as he bends his leg more and gives you a firmer surface to grind on. “Hayden.”

His hands help guide your movements, and you slowly build up the pace as your fingers tangle in the hair on the back of his neck. “Does it feel good?” He asked, but you both knew he was well aware of the answer to that question. 

Still, you’d always give in to him. “Yes,” you whimpered as he took full control of the way your body moved on top of his. The fabric of his jeans was rough and created the perfect feeling against your core, making you whimper softly. “It feels so good, Hayden.”

He smiled lovingly up at you, still finding the dirtiest act romantic and intimate in the best way possible. Hayden leaned in and pressed his mouth to your neck and shoulders, kissing and sucking on your soft skin as you worked yourself against his thigh. 

“More,” you feebly whined as you helplessly clenched around nothing. “I need more, Hayden.”

He hushed you with his mouth, his lips meeting yours in a deep kiss. “I know,” he rasped, kissing his way up your jaw until he found the skin under your ear. “I know, baby, you’ll get more. We’ve only just started, you’re going to get so much more after you get yourself off on me.”

His words were filthy and only for you as he kept this side of himself very well hidden to everyone else. You weren’t even registering the camera capturing your sinful actions as you rubbed yourself harder against him, your hands grasping for anything to hold onto as he guided your movements. 

The stimulation on your clit was making your eyesight blur slightly, and your release was creeping closer and closer with each drag of your hips. Hayden never failed to get you off easily the first time around, when the night was just beginning, and it really didn’t take much. 

Just the fact that the man who is gripping your body so tightly right now and working you into a whiney mess for him is all yours was enough to have your body jerking as you come on his thigh and bury your face against his neck. 

Hayden releases your hips in order to let you ride out your high in much slower movements, and when you lift your head again with a lazy smile painted on your lips, he was powerless to stop his own from forming. “Are you okay?” He asked and you nodded and pressed a final, deep kiss to his lips before getting up and grabbing the camera with shaky hands. 

“My turn,” you grin as you hand it to him and sink to your knees between his legs. You run your hands up his thighs before popping open the button on his jeans and pulling the zipper down. Hayden lifted his hips and allowed you to push the fabric down his legs before sitting back down and pointing the camera at you. 

Despite your current position on your knees in front of him, you give him a shy smile then kiss him through his tight boxer briefs. His breath hitched in his throat as you licked a damp spot along his length before tugging that material down, too, and tossing it aside without a care. 

Then you were taking him into your mouth and sucking him expertly. You started off slowly, then increased the pace with each bob of your head, and suddenly Hayden was having a very hard time keeping the camera still, despite him holding one countless times now. 

This was probably the dirtiest thing he had ever done. He liked to have you all to himself like this, and while he loved to show you off at premieres or date nights, this was completely new to him. 

While he’s been on camera for all of his career, you hadn’t, so to see you right now through the LCD screen felt surreal and filthy and unlike anything he’s ever felt. “Look at you,” he grunted as you took him deeper than before and encouraged him to grab your hair with his free hand. “You look so pretty like this.”

You blush and use one of your hands to stroke what you couldn’t fit in your mouth. Your other hand tightly grips his thigh as a form of stability as you let his girth destroy the back of your throat. 

Hayden cursed under his breath as he adjusted the camera and leaned back. “You should’ve been an actress, baby,” he mumbled as his hand pulled on your hair and made your head lift a bit to show off his spit covered dick. “The camera loves you.”

You blush more and roll your eyes as you remove him from your mouth and stroke him quickly. “Not nearly as much as it loves you,” you mutter and poke your tongue out to lick his throbbing tip.

He moaned and released your hair so he could softly caress your jaw. “I don’t know, sweet girl,” he grunted. “You’re looking pretty good from my perspective.”

You smile and kiss up the side of his length. “You’re only saying that because you want me to be in a movie with you,”

That was true. He’d been begging you for years now to play a part in one of the movies he and his brother worked on, but you always give him the same response of ‘the camera not being your friend and making you look terrible’ which was total bullshit since he is seeing how perfect you look on camera right now. 

“This is definitely not helping with that. If only you could see how fucking pretty you look right now,” he groaned as you swiped your thumb along his tip. You repeated that action with every stroke of your hand, and sped up the pace when you saw his hips jerk. “I’m gonna come.” He warned and gently stilled your movements by wrapping his hand around your wrist. 

“Good, I want you to,” you say and move your face closer to his wet and pulsing cock. “On my tongue.”

That sounded nothing short of amazing, but he is really worked up at the moment and wasn’t sure how long he would last later if he were to come right now. “But I want to come in you,”

You whine as he pulls you to stand up and away from his spit coated dick. Leaning down, you kiss him deeply as his hand runs up your back, taking your shirt with him before pulling your body closer to his. Straddling his lap again, you wrap your arms around his shoulders as  he holds you against his chest and sets the camera aside in order to flip you over so you’re on your back. 

Wrapping your legs around his waist, you lean your head back as he peppers kisses all along your neck and shoulders before tugging your shirt off and dropping it onto the floor beside the bed. He then snaked his hands behind you and fumbled around with the clasp of your bra, and you looked over to see that the lens was pointed at you. Before you could grab it, Hayden tore the lacy fabric away from your body and picked up the camera. 

You blush deeply as you were almost completely exposed on film now, but you didn’t have time to feel self conscious as Hayden grunts, “Look how pretty you are,” it was more to himself, but since it was just the two of you in the quiet room, you heard him clear as day. “You’re so fucking pretty.” 

“Hayden,” you whimper softly and reach over to trail your hand up his bare thigh. “I thought you wanted to fuck me.”

He smirks at you as he sets the camera down further up the bed so both you and him are in frame. “I will,” he promised as he kissed down your bare chest before he reached the top of your leggings. He pulled them down, as well as your panties, as he added, “Just had to compliment my girl first.”

You blush even more as he tugs his shirt off and drops it into the growing pile of clothes on the floor.  “Such a gentleman,” you say back then moan when he leaned down to kiss your neck as he ran his tip along your folds.  “Oh, God, I need you.”

He grinned at you before sinking into your warm and inviting core. Your previous orgasm made it very easy for him to bottom out completely after just two thrusts, and the relieved moans that left both yours and Hayden’s mouths sounded like something straight out of a porno. They kind of were, given the current circumstances. 

Your body was on fire and your whines got louder with each drag of his hips, you could barely think straight as you reached behind you to grab the camera with numb fingers. To have such a private and intimate moment be filmed felt dirty and sinful, but it also felt exciting and hot and you both knew that no one else would ever see it, so why hold back?

Not used to holding a camera, and definitely not used to filming something while being railed, you weren’t sure how well you were capturing the whole scene. You could barely see through the LCD screen as you pointed it downwards and filmed his slick-covered cock as it disappeared inside of you. 

Then you angle it upwards and capture just how beautiful Hayden looked like this. His brows were furrowed and his mouth was slightly open as deep groans left his lips, and when he glanced up and saw that you were filming him, he gave the camera a smug smile that nearly had you dropping it. “Fuck,” you whimper as you wrap your legs tightly around his waist and kept the camera on his face. “You’re so hot, Hayden, fuck, you can’t look at me like that.”

He laughed, and it sounded more deep than usual, and that really did not help your case as it had you clenching tightly around him. Hayden could barely pull out as you were impossibly tight, but it just made the pleasure you were both feeling intensify. 

“I always look at you like this,” he managed to mutter, and you just shake your head as you reach up with your free hand and grab onto his hair.

Each thrust had your body inching further up the bed, and you had to tighten your hold on him to keep his body connected to yours. “Tell me you’re mine,” you requested in a breathless tone. 

Hayden was fucking you so hard, you barely had any control over your words right now. It was clear that he was also losing himself in you as he lifted his head and smirked down at you. “You feeling possessive, baby?” He teased. “Do you really think someone else will get to see me like this? Get to have me like this?” 

His words send heat waves through you, and you arch your back as you set the camera aside in order to wrap your arms around his shoulders. “No,” you answer in a whisper. “No, but I want to hear you say that you’re mine…all mine.”

The camera was still capturing everything as Hayden pressed a searing kiss to your lips and braced himself on his elbows at either side of your head. “I’m yours, baby,” he promised, kissing you again afterwards. “All fucking yours.”

You moan loudly as he pulls away and sits back on his knees. He grabs the camera and resumes fucking into you, but this time he’s the one filming it. One hand grips your hip as the other holds the camera above your body, and his point of view allowed nearly the entire thing to be captured. 

You were so worked up, you weren’t even paying attention to it as you stared down at where you connected. “Fuck,” you whimpered when the thumb of the hand that was on your waist moved to rub harsh circles onto your swollen and throbbing clit. “I’m going to come again.” 

Hayden hummed as he kept the camera focused on himself sliding in and out of you while he looked above it, his dark eyes narrowed at your fucked out expression. “I want you to,”

You shake your head, “I don’t want to yet,” you whine, making him laugh quietly. “I don’t want this to be over yet.”

Hayden tilts the camera up towards your face. “It’s okay, pretty girl,” he cooed, holding off his own release. He’s shamelessly been close since the second you started going down on him, so he wasn’t going to last much longer either. “We can make another one. Fuck...we can make as many videos as you want, but right now I need you to come for me.”

You moan softly then arch your back as your second orgasm washes over you and makes you see black spots for a few seconds. You blindly reach for his hand and tangle your fingers with his as he fucks you through your high, and the extra warmth and wetness triggers his own. Deep grunts left his mouth as he slowly fucked you through his own high, knowing how sensitive you had to be at this point and not wanting to overstimulate you too much.

He had to grip onto the camera tightly so he didn’t drop it, and he focused back down at your dripping core as he slowly pulled out. You were shaking as he gently pulled his hand from yours and fucked his release back into you with his fingers, quiet groans escaping his throat at the way your walls eagerly took his seed. 

Tossing the camera aside, Hayden leans back down and hovers over you again as he presses kiss after kiss to your puffy lips, and you moan softly as you wrap your arms loosely around his shoulders. “You’re so perfect,” he murmured and trailed kisses all over your face. 

You laugh and glance over at the still rolling camera with tired eyes. “I can’t wait to watch that as our foreplay for next time,”

Hayden hummed in disapproval as he shook his head and turned it off, setting it on the nightstand afterwards and pulling you into his arms. “I can’t do that, I’ll come before I even get to touch you,” he said and you could tell he was serious, even with the hint of humor in his voice. 

“Okay, maybe we’ll just watch me riding your thigh and me sucking you off before acting out the good stuff that comes after it,” you offer and he nods with a lazy smile on his lips. 

“I love you,” he mumbles and guides your bodies further up the bed so you’re laying on the pillows. 

“I love you, too,” you say back as you rest your head against his sweaty chest, a flicker of excitement in your eyes as you glance over at the camera. This definitely wouldn’t be the only video you and he make together.

[tonyspank]

"CHEF'S HERE..."

Summary: "Chefs here..." a voice murmurs as you burst through the kitchen doors

Warnings: nothing really, chef y/n is giving gordon ramsay a bit

Words: 800+

A/N: hi everyone! been a while eh

"Chefs here..." a voice murmurs as you burst through the kitchen doors.

You cast a quick peek around. A dozen cooks and servers are preparing for the evening rush, and the air is humid and damp from the hot burners.

"Where's Evan?" You inquire, scouring the room for a sight of his familiar face among the pandemonium. The other cooks trade looks, displaying a mix of perplexity and fear.

Ava gestures at Evan, who is frozen in his trackers, as if he has just seen a ghost. His eyes widen, and he stares at you with his mouth open. You can watch the color drain from Evan's face as he cautiously approaches you, stuttering over his words.

Everyone in the room goes silent as they watch this unexpected meeting occur.

You rush over to him and take him by the elbow, forcing him to look at his plate, which had been returned due to the lobster being undercooked.

"What is this?" you question, pointing at the lobster. Evan moves his focus from you to the plate, his face shifting from panic to perplexity.

Everyone in the room is waiting for an explanation while he stammers, attempting to find the appropriate words to explain the situation.

"Uhhhh," Evan says, searching the kitchen for help.

"It's lobster, idiot," you snarl. "How long have you been here?" "Why do I have to deal with your messes all the time?"

Evan's face flushes with shame. "I... uh..."

"Don't say anything!" You cut him off with a snap.

He looks at you, perplexed.

"I break my fucking foot working my ass off in this restaurant, and the one day I need you to be on your A-game, of course you disappoint." Evan averts his gaze, his shoulders hunching.

Holding the lobster tail in front of his face, you seize it. "Apologize."

Evan's lips move in and out of uncertainty over how to reply. You snarl, "I said, apologize."

He glances at the lobster for a moment, then back at you, his expression bewildered.

"I'm... sorry?"

You turn to face the rest of the kitchen and aggressively toss the lobster in the garbage. "Someone, get me a fucking apron... now!"

You swiftly tie an apron around your waist after a server approaches you with one. Realizing that the other employees have seen your outburst, you observe them exchanging anxious glances as you make ready to return to work.

Taking a deep breath, you attempt to gather yourself and concentrate on the task at hand.

"Alright, everyone, listen up! It's time to turn this day around!" You say this, clapping your hands together.

The kitchen is silent, and the staff stands still, looking between you and Evan.

"Now," you point at the food on the stove, "someone give me a lobster; I'll prepare it myself."

No one moves.

"Well?" You demand, "We don't have all night! The dining room is packed, and we have tables that are waiting!"

At this point, the staff jumps into action, and the kitchen comes alive.

"Yes, Chef," someone mutters and hands you a plate with a lobster tail.

Within a couple of minutes, you're walking back out of the kitchen, your hair tied up and an apron wrapped around your waist, walking in the direction of the table that had originally ordered the lobster.

"Hi there, I'm so sorry about the delay. Can I offer you something on the house to compensate?" You ask, approaching the table, smiling apologetically, trying to mask the anger that is still coursing through you.

The brunette finally looks up, meeting your gaze. You immediately recognize those brown eyes.

"Y/N?" She asks, her eyes widening in surprise.

"Hey, Jenna." You say, letting out a small laugh. "What— what are you doing here? I thought you were in New York."

"Well, I wanted to surprise you." She laughs, shaking her head. "And what about you? I thought I told you to rest your foot."

You run a hand through your hair and mutter, "Baise-moi... (Fuck me...) Uh... it's a long story,"

With a lighthearted smile pulling at the corner of her lips, Jenna raises an eyebrow. Oh, gosh. She leans in closer and adds, "Well, I have all the time in the world to hear it."

You give your girlfriend a sidelong glance while sulking. "It's not that serious, baby. The boot helps a lot."

She sighs slightly and rolls her eyes. "You should be at home, resting."

"I'm fine." You sigh and cross your arms.

Jenna tilts her head, purses her lips, and raises her eyebrows.

"I swear, baby."

"Well, as much as I like the fact that you're here, I don't like the idea of you hurting yourself. Especially after how hard you worked."

You grin and nod slightly. "In any case, try the lobster. "Made by yours truly."

"Of course. Thank you, darling."

You nod and walk back to the kitchen, smiling at the sight of Jenna digging into the food you cooked.

"How'd it go?" Evan asks.

"It's my girlfriend," you tell him, untying the apron and setting it aside.

"What? The blonde one?"

"No, not the blonde one."

"The brunette one? Jenna Ortega?!"

You roll your eyes, grab your jacket and slip it on.

"Yeah, Evan, the brunette one," you say, pushing open the doors and making your way towards the exit.

"Oh."

[thesirencult]

Pick A Card Reading: Your Soulmate's Letter To Santa About You 💌

PILE 1

Dear Santa,

I want to thank you for my gift from last year, lol. She is amazing.

She makes me happy and puts a smile on my face. Sometimes I smile so hard my cheeks burn.

I've never felt happier in my life.

The way she talks, the way she moves, the way her eyes brighten up when she looks at a puppy or a piece of chocolate pie, they all drive me wild.

I want to be there for her, this Christmas and every other Christmas after this one. I want to buy her a house as a gift and a ring to go with it, maybe even a car? She doesn't like to drive that much but my baby has to have everything she wants.

What she wants she will get. I love her. I adore her. She owns my heart and soul. I'm proudly whipped.

Thank you Santa, I'll take care of her heart ❤️

~ Your soulmate is a provider. They must be a "golden retriever" type of person. I'm hearing "here comes the boy!". When you first meet them you won't expect to fall so hard for them. They have a compatible sense of humour with you.

PILE 2

Hey Santa Baby,

Am I in the naughty list? Great!

This year I put up with no bs and I said "bye" to everything that held me back. I let go of the old stories and left the world behind.

Well, not the whole world, because I met that special someone and they are amazing. I'm writing down my goals for next year and I want one of them to be to deepen my relationship with my soulmate.

I know that they are special, I'm not crazy! I consciously make the choice to commit to them. I feel like we are twin flames and can not wait to explore they way their mind works.

I want to help them unlock their potential. They are a force to be reckoned with and they don't even know it.

Bye, for now!

~ Your FS (yup, they are) is someone who could very well be a motivational speaker or a content creator in that space. They love doing challenges like 75 hard and lighting up other people's fire. They could also be an athlete or ex athlete. You will love this person's practical nature and approach in life. This person is also very spiritual and they probably have heard of Ayahuasca and other popular terms etc. They remind me of a Tech Founder in silicon valley who is I'm woowoo stuff (no worries, I'm the woo woo stuff).

PILE 3

Santa,

I'm ready to move on from this year. My faith is stronger than ever before.

I've wished for so many things in the last few years. Many of them manifested into my life but one thing still hasn't showed up yet and I'm very bumped because of that.

Don't get me wrong. I'm grateful for the life I live and lead. I have almost everything I've wished for but that almost is killing me.

I know she is out there. I've felt her energy before. Since I was a child, whenever I looked up to the stars, I felt this overwhelming connection with someone. This invisible string tagging at my heart at all times. No one has ever made me feel this way and I know that it is unfair to say that for my previous partners but I miss her. I miss someone I've never met. Can you please bring her to me this year? I don't want anything else but my love to come back to me in this lifetime.

I know that the time to meet her is coming. I can feel it, but make it as fast as you can. Please.

I have a lot of goals for the year, especially financial ones. I'll try to focus on them until she comes. Where is she? Where is my love?

I will know she is here when I lay my eyes on her. My heart will speed up and the world as I know it will shutter. Shutter my world darling. I don't care. I made that world by myself and it is time we build our own world together.

P.S. Send loving energy to my soulmate, they need it. Tell them I will buy them their gift myself next year, but for now... This, sadly, has to do.

~ Awww your soulmate is very sweet and... depressed! They don't show it to anyone though but when they are alone at night they drink a glass of wine and think about you. They would want you to be there.

This person is very, stoic and "protected". That give me "military" vibes even if they have nothing to do with the military. This inability to outwardly express their feelings. You will baby them a lot and it is going to look comical but they will love it. Your FS might be older and taller than you and people will laugh when they see how much of a baby they become around your presence. They are very tired of being lonely. Don't get me wrong, this is not someone mopping around, they are just a "closeted" romantic. They hide their true feelings and you will know they love you because they will do acts of service for you or you will catch micro expressions. As soon as you enter in an official relationship they won't be able to keep their hands away from you.

[seriesxwriting]

Interested

Pairing: reader x Stefan Salvatore

Series: tvd, the vampire diaries

Summary: All Stefan keeps talking about is his ex. That’s not what a girl wants to hear her crush talk about.

Warnings: drinking, kissing, I don’t think there’s any swearing but you never know with me.

“Elena Elena Elena” I rolled my eyes flopping onto my bed. Caroline sat at my desk watching me with one eyebrow up. “I can see it’s bothering you” she slowly lowered her eyebrow and put her hands together. I rolled onto my side looking over at her. “It’s all he ever talks about” I sighed making my eyes turn in. “One, don’t do that it freaks me out” Caroline shook her head. “And two” she started as she stood up walking over to the side of the bed. “Look I love you y/n but when it comes to men- you’re flirting isn’t really- the best”.

“Oh so it’s my fault he can’t get over his ex” I sat up straight at a quicker pace than lightning. “No” she snapped at me “I’m just saying Stefan probably doesn’t even know you’re interested, if he did he wouldn’t be talking about other girls” “oh but it’s not just any other girl- it’s Elena, she’s so perfect, she’s so pretty”. Caroline rubbed my arm sympathetically with a tiny smile. “Show him you’re interested, he probably will be too”, “but what if he’s not, what if he really is still in love with her”.

“Then that’s his loss, not yours, you get over him and show him how it’s done” Caroline winked at me perking up slightly. I chewed on my lip thinking about it. “Okay, I’ll up my flirting game” I nodded my head and rubbed my hands together as if I was creating some manipulative plan to kidnap him or end the world. “Atta girl, you’ll see him at the party right, there’s your chance” “Stefans picking me up” I stood up going over to my wardrobe. “Really? He told me he couldn’t drive me because he had plans before it and they might run over” Caroline scrunched her face in deep thought at my blue rug laying on the floor.

“Caroline, focus- what the hell do I wear” I ordered bringing her attention back onto me standing in between hangers upon hangers of clothes. “A dress, what about that white one your mum brought you for your birthday?” She shrugged, her eyes lit up and she snapped her fingers when the idea came to her. “This one?” I questioned pulling it out and holding it over my body. “Yeah wear that, it’s well cute- with the boots you had on when you came to sleep at mine last week” “casual but cute, I like your thinking” I nodded hanging it on my wardrobe door.

“Right babe I better get a move on, I need to be ready for six I’m catching a ride with Elena and Damon” she told me standing up and collecting her stuff putting it in her bag. “Alright care I’ll see you later thanks for everything” I walked over and we embraced each other sighing into one another’s hair. “Chin up, practice some flirting- maybe watch a YouTube video” she offered up as she stepped back. “I’m not doing that!” I sniggered shaking my head. “Your loss” she shrugged giggling silently as she left my room. Leaving me to my own devices.

I pulled the dress down and put it across my body holding it up in front of the mirror. It took me just over an hour to get ready. I had a shower, blow dried and curled my y/h/c hair. Before putting on my outfit. I tried on about five coats to see which one was the best. Eventually I went with a black bomber jacket. And with that the time turned quarter past six, the door bell went off on the dot. So Stefan Salvatore of him. I smiled grabbing my bag and jumping towards my bedroom door knowing who was downstairs. I grasped the handle taking deep breaths composing myself.

I walked down the stairs, my house was empty right now as both parents were away on holiday in England. I wondered to the front door as my heart pounded against my chest. I yanked it open and there he stood with tulips in his hands and the famous Stefan smile. He looked so cute. “H-hi” he stuttered as his eyes dragged down me blatantly. “You look- amazing- stunning- well… beautiful” he stuttered unsure of what word he wanted to use.

“You cleaned up too- are these for me?” I raised my eyebrow at the gesture. “Of course” he smiled passing them across to me. “They’re gorgeous, I can’t believe you brought me flowers” I smiled from ear to ear. “Come in while I buy them in a vase”. My mind raced, why had Stefan brought me flowers, was this a date? No we’re just friends right. I came back out the kitchen and he’d been waiting in the hall. “All ready?” I quizzed grabbing my bag that I’d left on the side. “Yeah, let’s get going” he nodded his head out the door. “Elenas already there”.

“Of course she is” I gave him a fake smile sighing before coldly grabbing the Handel and walking out first. “And Damon and care of course” Stefan told me following me out, though he had to raise his voice a tad because of the distance I’d gone. “Lift the Handel up all the way” I ordered not even turning around. I heard him do as I said before joining me inside the car. “I think we’re all really in need of this bonfire party” Stefan began as he drove off my drive.

“Mm me too, it’s been a stressful few months” “uh huh especially with all the elena stuff going on” Stefan laughed but again my eyes subtly rolled and my stomach sank. Could he go five minutes without mentioning her. “How about we stop talking about Elena for tonight, what better way to get over her than at a party” “oh I’m over her” Stefan chuckled re gripping the steering wheel. “Well a party is definitely in need, never know who we might meet”. “It’s mystic falls everyone knows everyone” Stefan shook his head. We turned into the woodlands where the party was happening.

We could already see the cloud of smoke rising from the fire. The crowd circling round it, chatting and drinking. “Park over there that’s Bonnie’s car” I pointed out but Stefan was already turning into a spot, I noticed Damon’s car being right next to us. “It’s alright this one’s bigger”. Sure it is Stefan sure it is. We both got out and soon made our way towards the people. “Let’s grab drinks first” his hand attached its self to my lower back as we waded through the crowd. I felt my heart pound and it made me relax into him.

We grabbed two beers and by the time we’d turned around elena was running up to us “Stefan! Y/n!” She wrapped her arms around his neck and then did the same to me. “Hey” I answered bluntly with a flick of my hand. “I started to think you two weren’t coming” “we just got- held up” Stefan struggled looking at me, I smiled knowingly and a warm sensation came across me knowing Elena had no idea what we were talking about.

Damon strolled over coming to say hi to us. “Well come on, everyone’s over near the bridge” he nodded his head. “we’ll catch up with you soon” Stefan shrugged answering before I could. Him saying that made me really excited, I wanted it to just be me and him so I could up my flirting game. “Oh come on stef I haven’t seen you in ages no one has apart from y/n, come and catch up with everyone”. His eyes flicker between me and Elena for a second or two. “Alright” he smiled simply and Elena squealed. “Come on then” she grabbed Damon’s wrist and Stefan started following them nodding to me to come with him.

We landed at the group where Bonnie, Tyler, Caroline, Matt and Jeremy were all waiting for us with smiles. We all exchanged hi’s and then jumped into conversation. My excitement was short lived, I loved my friends but I just wanted some alone time with Stefan. Though I wasn’t complaining too much because he didn’t really leave my side the whole night. We stayed in the same position talking, laughing and drinking for most of the night. Though Bonnie and care soon dragged me over to dance and I brought Stefan with me.

“How are you so good at this!” I laughed as Stefan spun me around and pulled me towards him. “I’ve had years of experience” he smiled close to my face. My hand was on his shoulder and the other his bicep while both of his were wrapped around my waist. “Have you always liked dancing?” “When I can dance with someone as pretty as you” he nodded making me smile again. “Stefan- Stefan!”. And just like that our moment was ruined. He pulled away from me and Elena ran through the crowd her eyes were full of tears.

“What’s wrong?” “Damon’s left- we got into an argument and he stormed off” “what about?” His eyebrow raised “I’ll explain it all to you, can you take me home please?” “I…” Stefan looked at me. “Bonnie will take you home- or you could call a taxi” I offered to Elena. “I know I know- I just really want to talk to you Stefan, you understand me in a different way and im hysterical right now” she wiped her eyes sitting back on her leg. “It’s okay I’ll take you home” he nodded completely pulling away from me now and standing on her side.

She threw her arms around him thanking him. “I’ll see you later y/n” he rubbed my arm before him and Elena left the crowed. I watched them walk all the way over to the car. “I’m sorry girl, she ruined your moment I thought he was going to kiss you then” Caroline came round with her hand on my shoulder. “No- he wasn’t” I shook my head. “He’s not over her, I’m going home” I smiled at her with tears In my eyes. “But he’s coming back for you” Caroline shook her head.

“He’s not care, he’ll be with her all night, I’m calling a taxi” I nodded hugging her before removing myself from the crowd. I waited for the taxi on the main road and it took me promptly home. As soon as I got in my removed the stupid dress and put my pjs on. I thought I was doing alright until I stepped into the kitchen for some water. I saw the flowers. My heart shattered. Tears slowly fell down my face as I realised I was never getting him. He didn’t love me like he loved her. I slid down the wall and took a seat on the kitchen floor.

I didn’t know how long I’d been there crying just staring at the flowers trying to make sense of them. A knock on the door pulled me out of my day dream. I wiped my face and went over to the door. When I pulled it open Stefan stood there. I blinked confused about why he was on my door step. “What do you want?” I asked harshly. Which maybe was a bit mean. “Well- I went back to the party to find you but care said I’d messed up and just kept tutting at me” he struggled still looking a bit confused. “So you came to check on me?”

“You look like you needed someone to check on you, are you crying?”. “No” I answered bluntly moving my eye contact to the ground. Stefan squeezed past me walking into my house and turning into the kitchen. He switched the kettle on and got two cups out while I closed the door. “You just inviting yourself in now?” “Nope you already invited me in once, we’re going to sit down and you’re going to tell me what’s wrong- or what I done wrong”.

“You haven’t done anything wrong Stefan- it’s nobody’s fault” “so why are you talking to me like I’ve done something wrong?” He raised an eyebrow walking towards me. “Because it feels like you have but I know deep down it’s wrong to blame you, you can’t help it” I sighed looking at the floor. “Help what?” He quizzed lifting my chin up with his hand. “That your not over Elena- that you love her more than you’ll ever like me, and that’s not your fault that’s mine- I fell for you at the wrong time and I put my hands up for that and honestly you can’t help who you like and even though it’s not me I shouldn’t blame you for that because…”

“Y/n!” “Stop talking!”. I looked up at him with full eyes. “Let me just finish explaining- I don’t want you to think I’m…” and with that Stefan cut me off by pressing his lips onto mine. “Why are you kissing me?” I whispered against his lips. He kissed me again for a second or two before admitting “I’m interested in you y/n”. Hearing that made me pull him closer to me and make the kiss harder. His hands held my waist close to him. When we eventually pulled away he put his forehead on mine. “If your interest in me why’d you drop me for Elena constantly, why do you always talking about her with me”.

“I don’t drop you for her y/n, she’s delicate and even though we aren’t together I’ll still look out for her, I made her a promise in the same way that she is now my sister in law, she’s family so if she needs me I’ll be there but I will always be back for you y/n- I came back for you tonight”. I bit my lip feeling slightly bad for not thinking about that. “And the reason I’m constantly bringing her up- is because… you reached out to me after the break up and we grew close immediately, I just didn’t want you to go anywhere”.

“That- doesn’t make sense” I shook my head completely confused. “I thought if you thought I was healed you wouldn’t want to see me as regularly because I wouldn’t need you”. “So- you pretended to miss her because you didn’t want me to leave?” “I didn’t think it through- I panicked” he sighed stepping backwards clearly embarrassed that I’d caught onto it. “So- you’re over her?” I looked up at him hopeful.

My eyes sparkled with tears, Stefan took that step back toward me and cupped my face. “Very much so, yes” he nodded in a whisper. “I understand if you don’t believe me- I shouldn’t have done what I did I can’t imagine how it made you feel” he sighed brushing my cheeks with his thumbs. I put my hands around his neck shaking my head. “I believe you Stefan” “you believe that I’m interested in you and you only?”. I nodded my head but couldn’t help the little corner smile.

“That’s what I wanted to see, there’s my girl” he whispered as my smile grew and my cheeks burnt red. “I’m all yours” I whispered running a hand through his hair. “About time”.

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[icyg4l]

Should You Shoot Your Shot?

hello beautiful people! i have been so busy with school & honestly, i haven’t been feeling up to par. i have some ideas drafted up but i would like to hear some suggestions from you guys. i am gonna turn my ask box on again! i would like to hear more than just fs readings though. also, i will continue with my halloween themed tarot series! look out for two drops in one day, my lovelies. if you would like to book a reading with me, go to my very first pinned post. thank you! :) without further ado, please select the pile that you are drawn to!

top left-to-bottom right: (1-4)

pile one: you are a strong soldier, my love. i feel like the person you're interested in has a lot of suitors and because of that, it will be hard to fully capture their attention. i feel like you need to soften your approach. if you're the type to post thirst traps or to post obvious subliminal, this person will overlook you. i honestly think that your best bet is to act unbothered. in your case, being laidback will work great in your case. also, I keep hearing "come harder just because". what I am getting from this is that you need to be more creative with the way that you shoot your shot. you may be surprised at who you may attract.

cards used: ace of flags, the high priestess, five of flags, elder of pentacles.

extras: butterfly shrimp. princess fiona. it's my d*ck in a box! christmas carols. new video game record. papa's pizzeria. shuffle the deck. gardener. fast-paced. fish hooks (2010).

pile two: i can tell that you have a type, pile two. you're the loving, nurturing type. you probably spoil your lovers with gifts and affection. however, you need to know when to pull back when you aren't receiving what you want. in your situation, you should go for it. shoot your shot! however, there is nothing wrong with wanting to take some initiative. however, based on your past experiences, you should try not to go all out this time. take your time. in the past, you could have been ghosted frequently or taken advantage of. you need to assert your boundaries. you are the prize, babe. go in with the attitude that this is not someone you need, but rather someone that you'd like to keep you company. if they want you, then they'd show you that through reciprocated action. remember that.

cards used: ace of lanterns, three of chalices, nine of flags, child of chalices, queen of lanterns, four of flags, child of flags, the house mother.

extras: wasted liquor. "spectacular". popular by demi lovato. hair in the wind. focusing on myself. self-worth. "sweetpea". diamonds dancing. parental issues. abandonment wounds.

pile three: baby, you don't have no business being romantically involved with anyone at this time. i heard the phrase "emotional turmoil". you recently could have gone through a drastic change in your life, specifically more to do with a loss (breakup, loss of a family member, job loss, etc). right now, there is a focus on your time of healing. you need to build up your spiritual endurance. if you are ready to give up on yourself, how can you give to others properly? if you decide to go and deal with this person, you won't be satisfied. this reminds me of a child getting attached to a toy and then ends up getting attached to another because it's newer. that's not healthy. people's emotions are not to be toyed with, pile three. it's possible that your gut issues will intensify if you decide to go against the grain and deal with this person. it's not worth it, babe. just wait your turn.

cards used: death, the star, the castle, queen of chalices, four of chalices, child of lanterns, the moon, eight of lanterns.

extras: sweet potato fries. count your blessings. paint the perfect picture. saweetie. 2000s photos. overly-emotional. comfort foods. sock-it-to-me cake. foreplay. rush. high rise.

pile four: pile four, it looks really good for you. not only should you shoot your shot, but there is a high chance of you connecting with this person on a spiritual level. therefore, this will actually result in something serious. i feel that this is a divinely orchestrated union. it's possible that you two could have mutual connections. it's possible that you could have been in the same place at the same time as them (red string theory hahaaa). i feel like your spirit guides are waiting for you to initiate the conversation. it's time to make shit happen. send the dm/message. it'll all be worth it. this is your time to shine, lovely.

cards used: eight of plants, the brujx, three of chalices, the grande dame.

extras: rose. sade listener. hijab. sweat. forty five degrees. kisses down low. i love the color pink. long legs. picky eater. choosey lover. secure attachment style. papa grande.

[sassycheesecake]

Giggling like a lovesick teen, you intertwine your hands with your husband Osamu Miya, as you try to walk up the path that leads to your house.

The black-haired man just shakes his head with a smile at your silly antics, happy to be home after you just came back from a much needed date night, leaving Atsumu in charge to watch your triplets.

As soon as you enter your suspiciously dark house, you flip on the lights and hear a mix between a hiss and a groan.

You and Osamu look at each other and make the way to the living room where you find the babysitter.

You frown in confusion when you spot your brother-in-law, Atsumu Miya just waking up apparently from his nap on your living room couch, the TV still running on a random show he probably fell asleep to.

As soon as the blonde spots you, he stretches on the couch and greets you.

"Hey (Y/N), hey bro. How was date night?" The Setter gets up, stretches some more and makes his way over to you.

"Pretty good. Food was fantastic and wine amazing. How were the little troublemakers?" Osamu asks in return, taking off his jacket and hanging it up over the coat rack.

When Osamu talks to his brother, you’re making your way up the stairs, opening the room slowly to make sure your children are sleeping.

The door opens wider and you expected to hear quiet snores.

You don’t.

Turning on the lights, just to see all three beds empty, you feel your anxiety and fear taking over in your brain.

You hope this is just a bad dream, a nightmare.

There is just no way that Atsumu seriously lost your kids.

Walking down the stairs carefully, each step feels heavy and there’s a silent storm raging inside of you.

"Atsumu." You stand in the entryway of the living room again and Osamu frowns in concern at your panicked expression.

"Hmm?" He puts on his jacket as he turns to you.

"Where are the triplets?" You ask with a hint of fear.

"In bed? As they should? I put 'em down myself." Atsumu states like it should be super obvious.

You try to breathe slowly as your panic starts to settle in, while Osamu comes over to you to hold you.

"I just went to check on them. All three beds are empty. I couldn’t find them anywhere upstairs." You’re completely sober now, panic rushing in like a speed train as you tell Osamu about what you discovered upstairs.

"What?!" The twins say synchronized, both voices filled with panic.

"Keisuke? Kaito? Kaori?" Osamu calls out for your children, looking around everywhere, along with you and Atsumu.

Around ten minutes later, the three of you still haven’t found them. And you’re ready to call the police.

You already have your phone in your hand, pacing around and the number dialed ready when you hear Atsumu and Osamu in a very heated argument.

"Ya seriously couldn’t stay up til we're back?! It’s barely 9 pm!" Osamu begins to yell, when he sees your scared expression and your pacing, he stops his loud voice and quickly comes to your side to calm you down.

"Baby? It’ll be okay. 'M sure they’re okay, I already called sum of mah old teammates they are looking for them." He brushes away some of your incoming tears and his heart breaks at the sight. He can murder his brother later, right now all he should focus on is you and your three missing rascals.

Before your panic attack AND heart attack begin to grow even more, the front door opens and the eldest of the triplets walks in, Kaito looking extremely guilty. Two more familiar faces follow, Keisuke looking extremely tired and one very happy Kaori as she holds the hand of none other than Shinsuke Kita.

"I found them outside on my way home. They were hungry and went to the store down the street." Kita explains calmly as he looks at you and the adult twins.

He looks concerned at yours and Osamu’s expressions, lastly looking at the blonde twin who looks as guilty as his nephew.

When your children see you in your distressed state, they rush over to you. You hug them in a tight embrace, crying with relief that your babies are okay and unharmed.

With one last scolding look to Atsumu, who freezes in fear, Kita leaves your house.

You have calmed down and Osamu breathes out a big sigh of relief and talks to his children in a quiet yet firm voice.

"Up to bed, you three. Mum and I will be up in a few minutes. We need to have a few words with yer uncle."

As soon as Osamu and you see the three figures vanish from his sight, he turns to his twin, fury burning in his eyes.

"Yer officially scratched off the babysitter list." Osamu growls at his brother.

"WHAT? Oh come on! It was just one little mistake! I have been watchin' 'em since they were this big and nothing ever happened!" Atsumu forms his hands into a cat-like-size round shape as he tries to justify himself.

"Ya were sleepin' instead of watchin'! They are only 6!" Osamu steps closer to his twin and you begin to fear that your husband is about to commit fratricide.

"Okay let’s all calm down." You managed to calm down a bit and now it’s time to calm the situation down in general.

"Don’t tell me ta calm down! I am about to murder this asshole!" Osamu sees red as he charges for his brother and you move yourself in between them, protecting Atsumu even though he fairly deserves the beat up of his twin brother.

"Samu. They’re okay. That’s all that matters." You stand your ground even though your husband is fairly much taller than you.

Osamu keeps his furious gaze on his twin and you stay in front of him, not standing down.

"Atsumu, go home. We’ll talk about this another time." You tell the blonde and he doesn’t fight you on it, just leaves in a hurry and is soon out of the door.

Osamu paces back and forth, running his fingers through his raven hair repeatedly.

"Samu."

He doesn’t stop pacing but he stopped running his fingers through his hair.

"Osamu." The chef finally stops and looks at you and you’re shocked to see tears in his eyes. Whether it’s out of relief or anger, you don’t know.

Last time he cried was when you were in labor, having a complicated birth due to having a risky pregnancy by carrying the triplets.

"They are okay. No one was harmed, and Kita found them. They are home with us, calm down my love." You press your forehead against his and the former Wing Spiker shudders at the action, holding you tightly against him and he feels himself relaxing at the sound of your voice and your warm embrace.

"But what if he hadn’t found them? What if someone kidnapped them, or they got lost? Or-" He rambles on, tears running down his cheeks that you wipe away with a cautious but tender touch, as he did for you earlier.

"It’s okay, they’re okay. They’re kids, Samu. They will make mistakes in the future and we’re going to help them. To realize those mistakes and be there for them. Let's have a talk with them now and go to bed. It’s been a stressful evening and all of us now need the rest." You smooth out his messy hair, giving him an encouraging smile.

Osamu returns your smile slightly and agrees with you.

A little bit later after a talk with your children, Osamu lays on your shared bed, eyes open as you sleep deeply.

Kaori, Keisuke and Kaito sleep in between the two of you, spread out like star fish. Kaito is physically closest to his father and the young boy with the same dark black hair as his father cuddles closer to his chest, a happy sigh escaping his little mouth with a smile.

Osamu's heart warms at the action of his son, pulling him closer to let out a happy sigh himself and finally falls asleep with his family of five in bed, a smile resting on his face as well.

[wand3rlustm3]

BEOMGYU - NEED A RIDE?

Warnings: sub!reader, fem!reader, brat!reader, dom!Beomgyu, car sex, drinking, degradation + praise, unprotected sex (pls use condoms), beomgyu is so mean

You knew that it was really stupid to get so drunk that you couldn't even call yourself a taxi. Thankfully, you were at a party hosted by five of the most trustworthy guys at your college, or there was a large possibility of something terrible happening to you. The music was bouncing off of the walls, and the bass was deep enough to make your soul tremble. Not to mention the fact that your head was spinning, and you felt fuzzy and numb but in the best way possible. That's what Soobin comes up to you with some water to contrast the harsh alcohol you've been drinking, he walks up to you with worry and suggests that you go home. But to that, you slur out, "Soooo– biiiin....I'm okayyy! I can call my- myself- a taaaaxiiii..."

Soobin would let out a small chuckle, but he's too worried about you to think the situation is funny. "Y/n, please let me tell beomgyu to drive you home. He's ready to leave as well." You were friends with all of the party's hosts, so you were in luck when you heard that Beomgyu would be willing to drop you off. As you said your goodbyes to Soobin and the other hosts, Beomgyu chuckled at how childlike you'd gotten after a few drinks. "Gyuuu...everything's s- spinning...hahah" you slurred some more, and finished up your sentence with a cute little giggle.

"Come on, y/n, let's go, I got you." Beomgyu decided to support your staggering form by putting your arm on his shoulder and his hand ghosting on your waist. Beomgyu slightly lifted you bridal style into the seat of his red Ferrari, gently placing your legs into the car and taking your heels off. As Beomgyu started the car, the sound of his exhaust was almost like the music at the party. The little black dress you were wearing was so uncomfortable and tight, and your bra was so stuffy. You just wanted to be relaxed now that you were in his car. So you chose to take off your bra from under your dress. Beomgyu noticed you reaching at your back, but focused on the road. He wanted to be as respectful to you as he could while you were drunk, so he chose to ignore the situation.

Until your whiney voice cut the silence in the car, "gyuuuuu~ please help meee!! I wan' it off!!" Beomgyu was naturally flustered, it's not like he was inexperienced, but it was more of the fact that you looked beautiful and he hadn't come to terms with the fact that he did have a crush on you. "ugh y/n, can't you wait till I drop you home?" said Beomgyu as he tried to focus on the road once again, instead of the headlights of oncoming traffic shining onto your breasts. "Nooooooo gyuuuu! I wan' it off right now. Help me pleaseeeee" you demanded as you writhed in his passenger seat trying to reach your bra hooks.

"Tch.....fine y/n, I'll do it." Beomgyu said as he reached for your bra clasp while one of his hands remained on the steering wheel. It took him very little time to undo the clasp on your bra, but his warm hands on your back were so pleasant that you had mewled while he was doing it. Beomgyu felt all his blood rush to his core as soon as he heard you make such....interesting sounds. "Thankkkkkk you Gyuuuu", you passed him one more drunken smile as you took off your bra and threw it by your legs. Your house was now 5 minutes away according to the GPS, and those 5 minutes felt like 5 years to Beomgyu because of how flustered he was. As soon as his car pulled up in front of your house, he got up from the driver's side and opened the suicide door to the passenger side.

He gently wrapped his hand around your wrist as he led you out of his car, and carried you up the steps with your heels in his hand. Both you and Beomgyu had forgotten the bra in the car, but the plus side of this was the fact that he can make fun of you for it for the rest of your friendship. After he had seen you walk into your house, he made sure you'd lock it and go straight to your room. He didn't know he'd have to think about you the entire car ride home, and neither did he think this would become a ritual for you both whenever there's a party.

It's not that you didn't have a car yourself, but it's more that you were used to looking at Beomgyu in the driver's seat after every party. So when Beomgyu pulls up in your driveway with you expectantly waiting outside, you're not surprised.

"Need a ride, y/n?" he asked as one of his lip corners raised into a half smile. You happily opened the door to his car and took a seat, "Gyu, of course!" But you don't know why you even responded to his question that you both knew the answer to. He played some of his favorite songs on the music system. The leather of his car seats felt a little too familiar and cozy. Most of all, the coziest was the fragrance that Beomgyu sprayed his clothes with each time he picked you up. You couldn't deny the fact that each time you stopped at a stoplight, the red reflecting off of his perfectly etched features turned you on. You were soaking wet, and your panties were getting sticky and uncomfortable. So, as you did a few months ago, you were going to ask Beomgyu to take them off for you even though you weren't drunk this time.

You suddenly snaked your hand around his wrist and pulled it into your lap. "Gyu...can you take my panties off? I'm so uncomfortable..." You whisper into his ear as you lean into his side, as the center console armrest digs into the side of your rib. "Y/n, stop fucking with me." Beomgyu spoke as he let out a sigh. You put your hand on his thigh and slowly brought it closer to his cock. You can hear the car accelerate as he drives a little faster, almost as fast as your heart's racing. "Gyu, I'm not fucking with you, I need you.." You speak as you focus on the way his jaw clenches as he pulls into an empty parking lot.

"Get in the backseat right now, y/n, we aren't going to that damn party." Beomgyu says to you, but you can sense the anger in his words. "Okay gyu.." You smirk as the thoughts of what he's going to do to you flood your mind. As you crawl into the backseat, he opens the door and gets in with you. With his hand squishing your cheeks, he scolds you as he says, "You've been a slut since I first drove you home, haven't you? Wanted to fuck you so bad since that day, but I had to go home and rut into my hand." Beomgyu spoke with no filter, and that only made you even wetter than you already were. "Gyu...please. touch me, strip me, I'm losing my mind." Beomgyu took no time in crashing his lips onto yours in a fiery kiss, he couldn't take it anymore and slipped his tongue into your mouth as his hands roamed around your body. He kept kissing you, until he finally bit your lip and you moaned. "Fucking slut, riling me up all the time...do you even know what you do to me?"

Beomgyu unzipped the back of your dress and threw it somewhere in his car, and pulled you into his lap as he sat down. He made sure to pay special attention to your beautiful tits as he left several marks on them, leaving open-mouthed kisses, as he switched between sucking your pebbled nipples. He slapped your breasts and watched them jiggle, as you yelped and jumped a little bit in his lap. "Gyu..." you spoke his name with tears in your eyes. "Not such a brat now, are you?" said Beomgyu as he smirked. As he finally took your panties off, along with his underwear, you sat on his lap with his cock sliding between your folds. You couldn't help but move your hips against him, to which he stopped as he smacked your ass hard enough to leave a handprint. "Brats don't get what they want, you'll not move your hips an inch until I tell you to." Beomgyu demanded.

Beomgyu laughed dryly, "Is this what you thought when i asked if you needed a ride? Fuckin whore." He asked. "Beomgyu please, i'm going insane!" You felt tears running down your face as you begged him to be inside you finally, you didn't need much prep to begin with simply because of the puddle of slick you'd left on his cock from simply grinding against it earlier. As soon as he slipped inside of you, you started crying even more. As soon as he saw tears leaving your eyes, he had this cocky expression on his face. "Crying over my cock, are you now?" Beomgyu taunts. You can't respond, so you simply sniffle and hide your face into his neck. So Beomgyu slips his hand into your hair and yanks your face back, "I need to see you cry, pretty. Such a beautiful little slut for me."

Beomgyu thrusted into you from the bottom, the sounds of your ass slapping against his hips was so erotic that you were going lose it. He brushed against your sensitive spot each time he thrusted into you, and you felt the knot that was about to unravel. "Ahh— mmmh g- gonn' cummm gyu..." You moaned as he sucked more marks into your neck. "You gonna be a good girl and cum for me finally? Cum for me, you slut." Beomgyu said as he hissed into your ears.

"Fuuuuuck, I love you. Can't be without you, need to rut into you just like this." He said between grunts and whines. "C- c— cum inside me, gyuu, p- please!" As you feel his warm cum leak into you, you cum and your walls suck him in even harder as you milk him dry. He pulls you onto his lips by wrapping his hand around your neck into one long and passionate kiss as you both ride out your highs. "Did you mean that gyu? When you said you loved me?" You said as you hid your face in the crook of his warm and soft neck.

"Meant every word, darling. If this is what you meant by me picking you up for a ride, you better be prepared." He said as he kissed up your neck, licking over the dark spots blooming on your neck in colors like violet and red.

[princessmaybank]

AAAAH CONGRATULATIONS ON THE 1.5K BESTIEEEEE 💕💕💕💕

I'm intrigued in finding out what you're gonna cook up with this one

🍒 22.) "Do I make you horny Y/N?" with JJ ofc ;))))))) with him edging reader like crazy

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Thank you for your ask baby! I hope you enjoy this! I tried! Sorry it's longer than I anticipated. Let me know what you think!

Do I Make You Horny?

Pairings: BestFriend!JJ x Fem!Reader

Warnings: I think it's literally just oral (Fem. receiving) and edging...if not let me know!

Summary: Read the ask ^

Author's Note: I hope you like it! I tried!

Y/N's POV:

"Pope what the fuck?!" JJ squealed to his best friend that splashed him with water. Pope only laughed in response as JJ started pulling his shirt off over his head. I couldn't help but squeeze my thighs together when I saw his wet abs. It was only us three today because the others had work or were busy to some capacity.

My eyes wandered my best friend's toned body as I sucked my bottom lip between my teeth. I tried so hard to focus on literally anything else. The guys started walking towards me so I tried to re-adjust myself. "Hey sorry Y/N something came up and I'm gonna have to leave." My eyes met with a sad Popes. "That's okay Pope, we can hang later." I smiled at him before he walked away. "Does that mean you're leaving too?" I look to JJ. "No, we're friends too, we can hang, unless ya don't wanna.." He said shrugging his shoulders. "No!" I shout. My cheeks went hot from embarrassment. I tried to hide it as he sat at the foot of my long beach chair. "I mean no, I'd like to hang with you Jay." I said once I figured out how to speak correctly again. He chuckled lightly to himself before looking me in the eyes. "C'mon let's go to the chateau." He helps me off the chair and we pack up, heading towards John B's house.

JJ POV:

"Pope what the fuck?!" I threw my hands in the air after he splashed me with water. I hated the feeling of a wet T-shirt, it didn't sit right with me so I took it off and threw it to the side. "Yo, looks like you've got an admirer." Pope points toward Y/N, who is staring at me like she is ready to devour me. "Fuck me..." Is all I could mutter. "Maybe you should go sort that out.." My best friend winked at me and patted my back. "You sure bro?" I asked, feeling bad about leaving him hanging. "Dude, plenty of time to catch up later. Go get em tiger." He pats me on the back before we walk over to her and explain that he needed to leave. When we got over there, she looked so flustered, it made my dick tug in my jeans.

I finally got her to agree to go back to the chateau with me. She hopped on my bike after I did and she seemed a little scared. "Gotta hold on Y/N." I tried to grab her arms and pull them around my torso but she pulled away. I couldn't see her face but I bet her cheeks are beat red right now. "C'mon I won't bite, gotta hold on to me." I say teasingly. She still didn't listen so I threw my kickstand up and jerked the bike forward, it made her fall into my back and hold on tight. I smirked to myself and drove us to JB's house.

When we got there she seemed so on edge, I tried handing her a beer, even trying to get her to have a smoke sesh but nothin. She just sat there with her hands between her thighs. They squeezed her clasped hands and she couldn't look me in the eyes. She was so turned on. I can't lie, seeing her like this made my dick twitch. "Hey y'alright?" I ask trying to have some sort of conversation. "I'm fine, we just never hang out, alone." That's the point. Needed her alone. Needed her to myself. I walk over and sit next to her on the couch. My hand gently placed itself on her thigh before I took the last swig of my beer. "So?" I ask curiously. "So...it's not like awkward?" She still couldn't look at me. Her thighs seemed to be squeezing tighter now that I was so close. "Why would it be awkward?" I try to get her eyes on mine without touching her. She stayed silent.

I asked again. "Y/N. Why would it be awkward?" I say and as soon as I'm finished with my sentence, I grab her chin and tilt it up so her gorgeous eyes are on mine. I must have done it a little forcefully based on the whimper that shot out of her mouth. A smirk gathered on my lips as I squeezed her thigh, eliciting a moan from her lips. I bring her face closer, now more intimidating. "Do I make you horny, Y/N? " I ask and watch as her cheeks flushed. "W-wha-" She was frantic before I shushed her. "Hey, it's okay.." I released her hands from her thighs "..got me excited too princess." I say and place one of her hands on my covered cock. Her mouth shot open in surprise.

"I don't know what you're talking about Jay..." She stood up fast and wrapped her arms around herself. "Y/N.." I warned, standing slowly. "Come here." I motioned with my fingers. Surprisingly she complied. I dip my head next to her ear and place my finger in the band of her shorts, sliding back and forth teasingly. "So you're telling me, that if I dip my fingers in that sweet little pussy of yours.." I exhale deeply. "..you won't soak my fingers?" My hand traveled lower, I heard her gasp from my touch when I reached her clit. Pushing past, I slowly meet her entrance before sliding them in with ease. She gasped louder this time. "Still don't know what I'm talking about?" I asked, pulling my fingers from her hole and bringing them between our faces, showing off just how slick she was with one pump. I looked her in the eyes as I sucked her juices off of me. "So sweet..gonna let me taste some more princess?" She was awfully quiet today, nothing like her. "I see the uncertainty in your eyes princess, why don't we have a trial run, you let me eat you out and if it doesn't work or is too overwhelming, we never talk about it again." I smile at her. "What if it does.." She questioned, her cheeks were hot. "Then we'll talk about this, but for now I really wanna dip my tongue in you...gonna let me?" She nods and I lead her to the bedroom.

By the time I got her bottoms and panties off, she was breathing heavily and trying to hide. I reassured her that I was so excited to see her beautiful body. Eventually she trusted me and opened up for me. My first finger found its way to her opening and ran up and down her slit. "I'm gonna ask you again, since I didn't like your answer last time." I chuckled and looked up at her. "Do I make you horny, Y/N? " I smirked as her cheeks blared red. "Ye-yes." She whispered. "Yes what princess?" I teased and continued moving my finger up and down. "Ye-yes daddy-" Y/N said. It spilled right out of her mouth. She looked extremely embarrassed, but I was hot and bothered by it. "Not what I was asking for, but I like your response better." I smirk. "Keep calling me that princess." My tongue poked out and I placed it at the bottom of her entrance. I slid it up slowly to her clit and back down.

As my tongue picked up pace while swirling all around, my fingers found her nipples and pinched them. I looked up for a moment and saw that she was covering her mouth, she was still being quiet. I pulled my mouth away and got close to her. Y/N whined when I got close. "I was about to cum.." Shock was written over my face. "Princess. I highly doubt that. You didn't make a peep." I laid next to her. "No I swear I was so close!" She exclaimed. "Okay well you're gonna have to let me hear those pretty little sounds come from your lips if ya want me to do my job right." I smirked and her cheeks heated up again. She was so easy to fluster. I loved it. Y/N nodded in response and I got back to work.

I looked up from my position between her legs and noticed she was subconsciously starting to cover her mouth again, so I did what anyone else would do and bit her clit. She let out a loud moan and rolled her hips on my face.

I replayed that moment in my head so many times in the moment and tried not to bust in my shorts. My lips stayed on her clit and sucked as my fingers started pushing inside her. "Oh shit- Jay-" She moaned again. As much as I loved hearing my name on her lips, I asked her to call me something else. I pulled away again, removing my fingers as well. "What did you call me princess?" I smirked as she whined. She looked up at me with an annoyance in her eyes. "Your name!" She crossed her arms. "That's not my name right now princess..you know that." I slapped her clit lightly and her body jerked. "I'm sorry." She huffed. I gave her a look telling her she was missing something. "I'm sorry- daddy.." She rolled her eyes. I laughed. "That'll do for now, we'll talk about your attitude later." I squatted in front of her again, taking the same position I'd been in this entire time.

My tongue went into her hole and I flicked it up and down slowly. Her small hands found my hair, tugging gently, though she'd probably think she was being too rough. "Please- more.." She gasped. "More what princess..?" I asked and went back in. "Please give me more daddy.." She barely got through her sentence before I picked up my pace and fucked her with my tongue. My hand traveled to her clit and rubbed harsh circles, making more moans slip out. My mouth left her opening and spit on her lower lips. I sucked on them a little before my tongue went to her clit and my fingers went back inside her hole. Her moans were more intense now.

I chuckled and pulled my lips away from her and slowed my fingers down, not to a stop, just enough for her to want more. "Look at me. Look me in the eyes princess.." I said slightly above a whisper. She's such a good girl, her eyes fell to mine. "Do I make you horny, Y/N? " I smirked. "Y-you- asked that already..please- faster.." Y/N whined. "C'mon princess, just answer the question and you'll get what you want.."

A whimper left her lips. My fingers pumped slowly inside of her, not picking up any pace. "Mmmm please-" Maybe she wasn't a good girl. My free hand went to her clit and slapped it harder than last time. "Yes daddy! Yes you make me horny!" She screamed, for everyone to hear. Thankfully no one was home. Actually I'm not sure I'd care if they had heard her coming undone for me. I sped up and reattached my lips to her clit, licking and sucking on it until her back arched off the bed.

"Gonna cum for me princess?" I moved for a brief moment and immediately went back. "Mmm- uh-huh, f-fuck.." She breathed out through moans. I removed my fingers and replaced them with my tongue so I could taste her. Soon enough she released in my mouth while she screamed my name. My tongue cleaned up any cum that I may have missed and I went up to lay with her.

"So.." I teased. Y/N chuckled with her eyes closed. "Jay- let's talk later, let me catch my breath then I'm sucking your dick." I laughed so hard. "Okay pri-" She cut me off. "No- You think you can edge me a few times and think you can just get away with that? I don't think so." Oh fuck. I should've thought about that. "Fine princess, just go easy on me.." I smiled. "Yeah, sure. You're cute."

[crossfandomslut]

At Peace in Your Fire pt. 5

At Peace in your Fire pt 5

Summary: Y/n and Eris exchange letters and the high lord’s meeting...

Pairing: Eris/Archeron!Reader

Word Count: 4,500

Warnings: Fluff mostly haha I couldn't bring myself to make it angsty I'm sorry! Not proof read

Notes: Thank you all for waiting and I hope part 5 is worth it!!

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Eris,

If you so eagerly await my response, I suppose I will take pity on you and make haste in sending my next letter. I am relieved to know that my feelings of curiosity are not one sided and that I did not scare you off with my… outburst during our dance. I would be lying if I said I was not hurt by your abrupt exit and refusal to make eye contact afterward. Has no one ever spoken to you so freely, Heir of Autumn?

My kindest regards,

Y/n

Little dove,

It would be and understatement to say that I’m embarrassed by my actions that night in Hewn City. Truth be told, no. Only my own mother has spoken to me in such a way that made me feel scolded, shameful, and yet… also feel seen. No one has looked at me with such softness. If you truly knew me and the things I have done, you would not look at me like that. You certainly would not be writing to me. But the deeply selfish part of myself will not stop you. I will respond to every letter and lay my soul bare to you in hopes that with your kind eyes you will see something worthy in it. You are the most precious being I have ever met and if all I ever get is a few letters from you and one night of dancing, that will be enough. It may be all of which I am worthy.

Yours,

Eris

Y/n read that letter over and over again. Traced his words with her fingertips and memorized every line. She did not know what it was about him, but she couldn’t get enough of him. It was like her own soul longed for his. There was no reason for this feeling, but it held her in a tight grip. She knew she should not keep him waiting, but she needed to talk to her sister about this. It couldn’t be Feyre; she was already keeping her little crush a secret from Rhys. If she knew Y/n and Eris were sending letters to each other, she would have to tell her mate. So, she went to her sister who would, without a doubt, keep this secret. Nesta.

Y/n quickly found Cassian and asked to go see her sisters at the House of Wind, and he swept her up and flew her over. I should learn to use my wind to learn to fly… Y/n thought as they landed on the roof of the house. Cassian left Y/n to go look for her sister and he walked to the living room to wait for her. He was just happy to have an excuse to not do real work and Rhys couldn’t get mad because he was helping Y/n!

Nesta was exactly where Y/n knew she would be. In the library. “Hey, Nes!”

“Hey flame, how’s it going living with the worst high lord ever and his lackies?”

“Nes…”

“I know, I know, they’ve been great to you and you’re adapting like you always do. I still don’t know where you got that from. It’s not like our parents were fluid or easy going.”

“I don’t know Nes, sometimes what we learn from our parents is what we don’t want to become. Fey and I are the youngest, we got to watch you and Elain learn and make mistakes so we never had to. We were lucky in that way.”

“Yeah. Not in many other ways though.” Nesta looked at her sister with a tenderness only reserved for her and Elain. Y/n wasn’t sure why Nesta and Feyre butted heads so much, but it broke her heart. Something to focus on another time. For now, she was here to ask for advice from her oldest sister.

“Nes, I need to tell you something and it can not leave this room.”

“Like I ever leave this room?”

Y/n chuckled, “fair enough. Okay… you remember Eris?”

“Did he finally grow a pair and send you a letter?”

Y/n balked at her sister’s bluntness. “You know??”

Nesta barked out a luagh, “of course I know! You didn’t see the way he looked at you when you fell unconscious during the meeting. Hell- he caught you before you could hit the ground and looked ready to kill Azriel when he took you from his arms.”

“Wh-what?”

“Oh yeah, he’s like obsessed with you. So what did his letter say?”

Y/n pulled out the letters from Eris and showed them to her sister, also telling her what she had responded.

“Damn, he is way more obsessed with you than I thought. Have you replied to this one?”

“No, not yet. I needed to talk to you about it. What do I do Nes? The rest of the family hates him and thinks he’s a terrible male. They’ve known him for literal centuries, so who am I to say that he’s not bad and tell them they ‘just don’t know him’?”

“I don’t know flame, the way he looked at you that night and the way he’s writing to you, I think it’s worth sending a few more letters back and forth. You know I’m quick to read people, and that look was not the look of someone plotting to take advantage or use you. I think he’s genuine.”

“Okay. Thank you, Nes. Do you have a quill and parchment?”

Eris has been sweating all damn day. Every second alone he got he was practically running to the nearest window to look at the sky in search of a letter. It went on like this until the sun began to set, casting the Autumn Court sky a rich, golden glow. Eris finally returned to his rooms, lit the fire in the hearth and slumped into his chair. Closing his eyes, he let out a sigh of relief to finally get some peace and quiet.

A tapping sounded on his window startled him from his thoug. A piece of parchment was impatiently running itself into the glass on a phatntom wind and Eris shot from his chair to stumble over to the window and throw it open. He snatched the letter from the air and felt like the air was sucked from his lungs. He couldn’t breathe as he fumbled the letter open.

Dear Eris,

I want to start by thanking you for your candor and beautiful words. Secondly, I want to appologize for taking my time responding. I wanted to give you a response thoughtful and thorogh enough to encapsulate my true feelings. I want to know you, the real you, desperately. I want to see the good, the bad, and the ugly and to hold space for you to be. I don’t know where that desire comes from, but I feel it. You feel so familiar to me although we have only formally met once. Outside of my sisters you feel like the only right thing in this new world and new life. My kindness is not wasted on you, my dear. You are deserving and you are enough. Let me see your rough edges and I will show you mine.

Tentatively  yours,

Y/n

Eris could have cried reading that letter, but instead he sucked in a deep breath that gave oxygen to the fire burning in his heart. He was trying not to allow himself to hope before, but now… Y/n had shattered all prospect of that. For the first time in a long time, Eris was hopeful. He laughed softly, joyfully, as he wrote back to her.

Little dove,

I can’t tell you how your words have effected me. I will hold onto these letters for all my enteral days and when you finally see me, and realize you shouldn’t associate with me, I will re-read your kind words and dream about a time that you saw me as worthy. Since you want to know me, here are a few small things: I own and care for a pack of hunting dogs, they’re called smokehounds. I tell everyone I don’t have a favorite, but that’s a lie, I do and her name is Willow. She is my oldest hound and has been my companion for many years. Smokehounds live much longer that any human dog, much like us Fae, but they sadly do not live eternal lives. The reason I tell no one that she’s my favorite is because I fear it being used against me. Compassion has always been seen as a weakness and something to exploit by my father and brothers. The next second fact about me is that until very recently, my favorite color was the marage of oranges and yellows of the trees in this court. Now, however, my favorite color is that of your eyes. Your stunning eyes that bless my dreams and every waking moment. I long for the next time I’m lucky enough to be in your presence and catch a glimpse of the gold flecks that litter them and the crease between your brows as you look at me like a puzzle to solve. Now, tell me about you, my dove.

Yours for as long as you let me,

Eris

Dear Eris,

I am at a loss for words. But for you, I will do my best to string some together. I think it’s beautiful that you have a favorite hound. I was never allowed an animal companion, but I always admired the hunters who had hounds to work with them, to share in their victories and comfort them in their losses. Tell me more about Willow. What does she like to hunt? What was she like as a pup? As for my favorite color, my answer is strikingly simlar to yours. Until recently, my favorite color was the deep green of a rain covered forrest. So dark that only the animals that lived there, and those with keen trained eyes could seem through the under brush. But now, my favorite color is the red of your hair that falls so delecately to your shoulders, and even though the rest of you is so sharp and put together, your hair still falls into your face. When I close my eyes to dream, I see your amber eyes and your soft auburn locks, and I dream of bruhsing the strands away form your eyes to look at your fully. Since we are being so honst with each other, I’m not embarassed to say such things. And I want to thank you for making me feel so comfortable to express my thoughts. I have lived so much of my life in silence, only broken by my sisters and not until we were too old to change each other’s ways. Us Archeron’s are stubborn ladies and we like to handle things on our own. I am grateful that after our mother died, we learned to lean on each other. It sounds like you have a much different relationship with your brothers… Tell me about that. If youre comfortable of course. I am growing rather fond of exchanging these letters.

Y/n

Little dove,

Please, never be embarassed for speaking your truth. I find you so refeshing and lovely. I have not felt this way for someone before. I am known for being cruel and ridgid and unyeilding, but you, Dove, have made me soft in a way I didn’t know I was capable of, and it feel so strange because I hardly know you at all. I have known your dear sisters to be stubborn, and I’m ammused to know it is a family trait. What was your mother like? Your father? My brothers are terrible and vile. All but my youngest, Lucien. I tried to protect them form my father’s corruption, but I failed them. Baron’s cruelty knows no bounds and he will go to any extreme for complete submission. My mother is the only light in this dark house and I have watched that light slowly dim my whole life. It scares me greatly. I am glad to hear that you found a support system in your sisters. That is a beautiful thing and something to be admired. You asked about Willow, and to answer, she has been with me for one hundred and fifty-seven years. Smoke hounds rarely make it past one-hundred and fifty. She has exceeded my expectations year after year since the day she was born. Her mother wandered off during a winter storm to give birth. When I went out to the den to check on her the next morning, I saw the trail of blood in the snow. I followed it straight to where she had curled up under a low tree branch and found all the puppies dead. All but Willow. The brave girl started barking at me to protect her falled family. She even bit me as I picked her up to tuck into my cloak. She warmed up to me as soon as we were inside by the fireplace. She has been my shadow since then. No longer hunting with me, but lays at my feet in my office and sleeps at the foot of my bed. If the maids have ever noticed the hair she’s left behind, they havent told anyone. Somehow, she knows that when we are outside of my bedchambers, I have to wear a mask of annoyance and indiffernece to her. She has never taken it personally and never loved me any less. I dread the day I lose her, my dearest friend.

Yours,

Eris

Y/n’s POV

Weeks pass in a blur while Y/n and Eris exchange letters daily, each of them still going about their regular duties and responsibilies. Y/n, continuing her training with Cassian and Azriel, strengthening her magic with Rhysand, and furthering her education of Prythian’s history with Amren. She also found plenty of time to spend time with Nesta at the House of Wind, occasionally Eris’ letters found her there and she could talk to her oldest sister about their growing relationship, giggling like a little girl. Y/n had never been in love before, but she had a sneaking suspicion that it felt a little something like this.

While she trained and learned, the rest of the Inner Cirlce was preparing for a High Lord’s meeting that would be cunducted in the Dawn Court. It would be the first time Feyre and Rhys would see Tamlin since Hibern, and Tarquin since they betrayed him. It would also be Y/n’s first time seeing Eris. And though she knew they would likely not even be able to make eye contact more than once, she was giddy at the chance to be in the same room as him.

They would be leaving in the morning for Dawn, and Y/n couldn’t sleep. So she sent a letter to Eris.

Dearest Eris,

I fear I can not sleep, for my body is alight with excitement. Excitement to see a new court, yes… but truthfully, the root of my excitement is getting to see you. Even if we cant be as close as I wish for us to be, I look forward to catching your burning gaze once or twice. Promise you’ll space me a glace?

Yours,

Y/n

My Dove,

I promise. I must tell you that it will be quite the struggle not to stare at you for the entirety of the meeting. My soul calls to yours and I fear being in such close proximity will test my strength greatly. If you would allow me such a gift, I would like to meet you after the meeting. Long after everyone has gone to their own chambers, I would desperately like to meet you in the hallway. Hold your gentle, caloused hands, stare into your captivating eyes, and take in your intoxicating scent. I’m willing to beg for it.

Wholly yours,

Eris

Dearest Eris,

I eagly await tomorrow’s arrival.

Yours,

Y/n

Y/n hardly slept a wink the rest of that night and was startled awake by Cassian banging on her door.

“Y/n!! Wake up! Everyone’s ready to winnow out of here and you’re holding us up!”

“Coming!!” Luckily, Feyre had already helped her pack and set out a dress for the meeting. The Dawn Court was warmer than Night, but not as hot as Day. The dress they selected had long sleves but was made of a gossimer type fabric that flowed around her as she rushed around the room getting herself together. They allowed her to stay out of the shades of black that this court is known for, and instead she dawned a dress of greys and whites. Like a cloud of smoke. Dainty red flats aroned her feet, swallowed by the skirt of the gown. Her own secret piece of Eris.

Y/n ran down the hallway and slid ot a halt, tossing her gab at Rhys. “Catch!”

Rhys opened a portal to the pocket dimension inches away from his face where the bag was aimed. “Nice try Y/n. Your aim is improving.” Patting her on her shoulder and smiling at her with a small gimler of pride. “Ready to go?” Rhys raked his eyes around the room and with a nod from everyone, they partnered up and winnowed to the Dawn Court.

Dawn was stunning. Y/n had expected nothing less. She had asked Amren all about it during their history lessons, and Eris of what he knew of it through their letters. The tall ceilings and elegant art work hanging from the walls had her in a state of awe. That awe multiplied ten-fold when Eris walked in with his court. His father entered first, not bothering to look at anyone other than the other High Lords essembled. Eris was right behind him, wearing a calm, bored expression. His brothers entered next, all wearing sneers and sinister grins looking right to the inner circle. Their father didn’t bother to check them. But Eris did. A step behind his father, Eris murmered, “Enough,” and his younger brothers fell into line. All three of them. Eris kept his promise, and spared Y/n a glance. His eyes softened and those pools of molten gold swept her away. Suddenly and without warning, her heart stopped beating and a golden thread was pulled tight between them. His eyes widened inperceptibly as that golden thread snaped.

Mate.

The rest of the meeting was a disaster and no real consesus was drawn. Everyone decided to reconvene the next morning and Thesan was kind enough to house them all for the night. Y/n and Eris had somehow managed to wordlessly decide to put up a glamour to hind the scent of the mating bond, and they hardly made eye contact. The only times they did were when Eris let a tiny bit of fear slip down the bond whenever Baron started to get riled up. It took all of Y/n’s power to stay still when Azriel lunged across the table to attack him. Eris had called Mor a slut, so Y/n couldn’t say she was surprised, but she wished he didn’t have to make it so hard to prove to people that he was a good male.

After much deliberation with the inner circle back in their wing of the castle, Rhys finally sent everyone to bed. Y/n made the excuse that she was going to make more tea before going, and with hugs from Feyre and Rhys, and bids goodnight from Mor, Az and Cassian, Y/n was finally alone. She was serious about the tea, and when it was thoroghly steeped, she grabbed the two mugs and used her magic to create air cushions to silnce her foot steps and padded down the grand hallway. Out of her formal gown, Y/n wore a chocolate brown sweater and loose grey pants. The pants were so long, they once again covered up her little red slippers.

When she reached the private garden for this wing of the castle, she sat down on the edge of the fountain to wait for Eris. Her mate.

Eris’ POV

Baron was snoring almost as soon as they reached their wing of the elaborate castle. It was his brothers that he had to wait out. When they had their fill of the liqour Thesan had left in the rooms, they went to their bedchambers to sleep it off. As Eris was sneaking toward the door that would lead him to the rest of the castle’s hallways, his mother stepped in front of him. “Where are you going my dear?’

“Mother, I have to go, I will explain later. Please, excuse me-“

“Are you going to see her? The one you’ve been exchanging letters with?”

“How-“

“Eris, my darling boy, what kind of mother would I be if I didn’t notice my own son was in love?”

“She’s my mate, mother.” Eris’ voice was barely audible, and the crack in it made a tear roll down the Lady of Autumn’s cheek.

“My love, I am so happy for you. Go to her. Tell me everything when we are home and safe from unwanted ears.” She cupped her son’s cheek and gave him a quick kiss to the other before turning away and walking back toward her own room.

Eris let out a shaky breath and went out the door. Once he was standing in the hall, he opened his side of the bond. He sent cautious optomism down it that was returned with reasurance and hope. He followed that tug all through the winding halls until he was stood before the gateway to the garden.

He saw her before she saw him, and he took the moment to appreciate her in this place. No longer dolled up, but comfortable in her too-large sweater. And with her leg propped up on the bench, her chin resting on her knee, he could see the firey red slippers she had on. That alone made a stream of love shoot down the bond involuntarily, and Y/n gasped as she looked up to see him standing just on the otherside of the gate. The love that came back to him just about made his knees buckle.

Wasting no more time, he threw the gate open and took quick long strides until he was towering over her. Slowly, Y/n stood to close the distance between them. They were so close that with every breath, their chests touched. Tentatively, slowly, Y/n moved her hands to hold his, and brought each of them to her lips to kiss the tops of them. Eris wasn’t breathing. And it wasn’t Y/n magic that stole the air from his lungs, it was just her. Using all his strength, he looked her in the eyes and saw his own soul mirrored in hers.

“Hello, my dove.” Eris spoke just above a whisper.

“Hello, my mate.” Y/n eyes shone with hope and awe, but the slight furrow in her brows gave away her confusion.

“Mate.” Eris blew out a breath and said, “I am sorry it had to be me.”

The wrinkle between her brows deepened. “Don’t do that. Don’t say that.”

Eris smiled slightly, “It’s true, my dear. You’ve been cursed. Must have to do with the whole ‘cauldron made’ thing.”

“Eris, I am not sorry. I wanted it to be you so badly. You are the only thing that makes sense in this new body, in this new world. I want it to be you.”

“You don’t mean that.” Eris tried to stop the self-depricating thoughts that flooded his mind, but he couldn’t get a grip on them. He was wrong and wicked and bad. And she was so good and kind and beautiful. The Mother made a mistake and he had to protect this delicate female before him or this world, he, would ruin her.

Y/n let go of his hands and he thought he might die. But then she moved them to cradle his jaw in her small, cold hands, and his mind went silent. The world seemed to stand still as she forced his eyes to meet hers once again.

“I want you. I want to continue to lay my soul bare to you and for you to do the same. That is all I am asking. Let me decide. I have been able to decide so little in my life, so please do not take that from me. If you decide for me that you are not worthy, I do not think I could bare it. I think this is the closest I’ve ever come to being in love and now that this- this bond has snapped, I can hardly stand being two feet away from you. I feel as though there is one too many of us; the seperation into two bodies is unbareable.”

Eris reached his right hand to cup her cheek, and the left to wipe away the stray tears that fell down her lovely face.

“I only understand your feelings because I feel them too, but I can not understand how I could ever be deserving of such a mate. I am quite choked with tenderness for you, my love, it makes me a bit pathetic to love you so much. What a privilege it is to matter to you. My mate.” Bless the bond for not allowing him to think for a minute that her feelings were not true. He could feel her senserity and it was now her turn to wipe the tears from his eyes. “I never, in my 500 years, thought that I would have a mate. I was resigned to the fact that one day, my father would find some poor female to wed me to and we would live a sad, lonely life together. To have found you now, after all these years, Y/n, you don’t understand what a gift you are. A bright light in a very dark, long tunnel.”

“Eris?”

“Yes, dove?”

“Will- will you kiss me please?”

He wasted no time. The kiss started passionate and heated and desperate. Grabbing each other’s faces and clothes, trying to clawl into the same skin. But slowly, the kissed turned gentle and loving and kind. The kind of kiss that two people who have spent a lifetime together share. A kiss of knowing and familiarity, because after all, they are two halves of the same coin.

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JOHNNY VOICE LINE TRANSCRIPT 🥩

I wrote these out a long time ago but never posted them anywhere! Based on [x].

>Nancy's voicelines<

Notes:

• I could've copied the game subtitles, but I didn't 'cause they suck.

• I haven't played enough Johnny to know where some of these lines start and end. Please let me know if I've made any mistakes in that regard!

• I was gonna include tone indicators, but tone is subjective. No one wants me to mark the Feed Grandpa voice lines as "Flirty."

Thanks!

VOICELINES

Encounter Start

Now look at this! Somebody's ready to fight!

This is gonna end... Very badly for you.

Yeah-ha-ha! Oh, that's it! Hit me...

Imma gut every single one of y'all! [Inhales, laughs under breath] Come on... Come on!

Exit interaction

Nobody leaves until I say so!

Ain't nobody leavin' just yet!

Got it.

Nobody's leavin' alive! Y'all not fast enough! ... Good try, though.

Feed Grandpa

Get your fill, old man.

It always tastes best when it's fresh, don't it?

Here you go, old man.

You're lookin' better already... Now help us!

Oh, you're thirsty today.

Victim found

HA HA! It's playtime!

Heh heh, it's playtime...

Hahahaha, I always find 'em!

You should know better than that! ... Come on out, now.

Hey there! [Laughs]

Well! Look who we got here! [Laughs]

Hit victim

Oh! Now I got ya!

Yeah! Take it! Take it!

It's better if you die right quick! Trust me!

This would be simpler if you would sit still!

Yeah! You gonna be leakin' after that hit.

Idle

Nobody escapes me.

How the hell did those kids find us? [Sighs] I should've been more careful.

If Grandpa was able, this would be over by now... I better go feed him.

Damn it, Johnny... Get your head straight! Come on, now!

I gotta fix this... Now!

Cook seen

I'd watch that tongue of yours, old man... It might go missin' one day.

I thought you knew how to run this household... THIS is a mess!

Damn it, old man! Put those ears of yours to use already!

Where are they?! How the hell did they get loose?! I can't fix this by myself, old man.

Stop barkin' orders at me! You ain't gonna like the results.

Hitchhiker seen

Surround the property with some of those traps already! This is getting outta hand fast!

You're one shifty little sumbitch... I'll give you that. [Laughs]

How you make those weird ass traps of yours, anyway?

Would you. Settle. The Hell. Down already. You're scattering all over the dang place. We gotta focus!

Grandpa is gonna tan our hides if we let them get away. Spread out!

Leatherface seen

That's it, boy... Go kill someone now.

Go on, put that saw to use, big boy! What're you waitin' on?

If I were you, I'd go and check out Grandpa. We're gonna need his help!

Let's go now, boy! Grandpa ain't gonna be too pleased if you let them escape.

Just get outta my way, boy... I'll show you how real killin's done.

Sissy seen

Are you gonna help me out, or just stand there lookin' pretty?

If it ain't askin' too much, before you go and run off again, would you mind helpin' me out?

Before you go runnin' off with those back-house hippies again... Can you PLEASE find these damn kids?!

Sissy, what the hell're you waitin' on? Get to it!

Sissy... Are you even listenin' to me? What's goin' on in that head of yours?! Damn!

Lose enemy first

Aww, you leavin' so soon?

It's alright, big boy's gonna be wearing your face soon enough... After I'm done with you, that is. [Laughs]

You know... I was actually kinda fond of that girl, I-I didn't really wanna hurt 'er... But, as they say... Family first, y'know?

You ever watch someone die? Oh... You ain't never quite the same after that, lemme tell ya.

Ohohoh, you can run all you want... It ain't gonna matter much longer.

Lose enemy sub

[Scoffs] You're all gurgle and no guts! I thought you were tougher than that!

I'm gonna find you... I will! I promise!

You wanna know how your friend died? I can show you!

L-Listen now! E-Everybody's time comes eventually!

The bad man's in me... And you gonna meet 'im real soon!

Lose enemy long

Your little friend put up a better fight than this... Come on... Make it interesting, will ya?!

They always try to hide... It's always the same game... [Laughs]

You folks don't know who you messin' with! Nobody ever gets away from me.

You're just delayin' the inevitable! YOU HEAR ME?

Come on out now, let's play.

I got plenty of space in the cold room for you.

Match start

It's time. [Chuckles] Seems they've got some fight in 'em after all.

I knew I should've handled this myself... I'll fix it.

That's what I get for taking it easy on them. Time for them to join that little friend of theirs.

See blood trail

Oh, this is gonna be easy.

Hey, you okay? You seem to have lost a bit of blood!

Now... let's see where you scurried off to.

You know... Bleedin' like that ain't gonna help your cause!

Don't bleed out on me yet! I need you awake!

See enemy first

Don't worry. I like it when they run.

Look, you're gonna want this to end fast. Trust me on that.

Well, don't run! I just wanna see how it feels.

There you are! [Chuckles] You kinda remind me of your little friend.

See enemy sub

This is pointless, you know. Quit stallin'.

Don't worry... I'll find ya.

[Growls] I'm gonna see your insides before this night's through!

Oh, you ain't gettin' away! I'm keepin' you.

Come on back, now.

Got something I wanna show you! [Laugh]

See family member

Well! Look who decided to lend a hand!

Check the doors and generator. We can't let them leave. You hear me?

Y'all need to start pullin' your weight around here. This is gettin' old!

Grandpa's gonna be in a fit if we let them escape. Start searchin'!

Would y'all... Help me already. PLEASE!

See trapped victim

We gotcha! [Laughs]

You ready to meet the bad man?

You got one!

Looks like you might be hurtin'. Might wanna be watchin' where you're steppin'.

[Laughs]

See victim escape

Maybe I can still catch 'em. Yeah, down by the tracks.

Damn... They're free... For now.

This isn't gonna be good.

Damn it, Johnny! [Scoffs] ... The old man's gonna be riled up now.

Use ability blocked

Ain't no tracks here...

Nah... got nothin'.

Better wait a minute.

Not quite yet ... [Inhales] Almost ready.

Use ability

Time to play. Now... Where did you go?

I'll find ya. Don't you worry about that.

Go ahead and hide... It ain't gonna matter.

Where'd y'all run off to?

Use ability success

[Hums] ... There you are.

They always leave a trail. Always so careless. [Chuckles, inhales] ... This is too easy.

I'm on your tail now!

Execution

You're gonna look real nice... Next to that friend of yours!

That's it... Die for me!

This... Is only gonna hurt... For a minute!

You should've never came here lookin' for that girl!

You ain't gettin' away! I'm keepin' you!

[Last edited March 2024]

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୨୧ 𝙼𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝙱𝚎𝚎𝚛 𝚡 𝚏! 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒇𝒇 𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒅𝒚 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓, 𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 (𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒆), 𝒉𝒊𝒈𝒉 𝒔𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒍 𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒐, 𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒓, 𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅, 𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉, 𝒄𝒓𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅, 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈/𝒎𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕

𝒂/𝒏: 𝒉𝒆𝒚𝒚, 𝒊𝒌 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒆𝒙𝒂𝒄𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒊𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒐𝒌𝒂𝒚, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒔𝒎𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒃𝒄 𝒊 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒊𝒕'𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕; 𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆, 𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚 ☕︎

𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒊𝒆 𝑱𝒆𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒇𝒆𝒓'𝒔 𝑩𝒐𝒅𝒚

Reader's brother|Reader|Madison

-No! How many times do I have to repeat myself? I'm not going to your dumb band competition, I don't care!

It felt like I was in this conversation for ages. My brother is in a band with some of his friends and one of them happens to have a crush on me, which I find unbelievable, and as if it wasn't bad enough that he wanted me to go out to a weird club that none of us even have the age to be he wanted me to lose probably three hours that could be extremely helpful to the quiz I have tomorrow.

-Oh, come on! You never leave the house! I'm doing you a favor, you could use some time out there to stop being seen as such a nerd.

He rolls his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest as I try impatiently to write more notes, but his voice doesn't help me focus at all.

-You know what? Fine. I'll be there, for about an hour, then I'll come back home and study. Now, shut your mouth, I'm busy.

I sigh in frustration, hearing his celebration as he closes my door. I lean back on the chair, dropping the pencil I was holding in between my fingers, and deciding to take a quick shower just to relax a little.

My brother and I are not close, not quite. We're the same age, but he's too annoying and we have different interests. He likes to play the guitar, I like to write notes, he likes to play loud music, I like silence, he likes sports, I like cheerleaders. Well, one of them at least.

I have no idea how, but my best friend is the most popular girl in school. Every guy wants to have her, every girl wants to be her kind of popular. And, of course, she goes to any and every single one of these concerts or club nights or whatever they're called. I never did, not until tonight.

I decided to just give her a call and ask her to come over to help me get ready to go. I wasn't planning on staying for long, but it would be nice to feel pretty for once.

She comes in faster than I thought and goes through my entire closet, throwing some tank tops I didn't even know I had and a few pants to go with it. I tried to escape the situation and wear something less revealing, but according to her "we need to show a bit of skin so guys can look at us", and well, who am I to disagree? She clearly knows better.

After doing a light makeup on me and helping me feel the confidence I needed, we drove to the club. It was nothing like I imagined, yet exactly like it. Dark lights, full of teenagers, drinks that were not allowed to be sold to those people, girls dancing and almost showing too much. It felt... inappropriate.

-Here, let's take a drink, I promise it'll be fine. -Madison says, dragging me with her through the crowd to the bar area.

I didn't want to sound like a prick, but she knew me enough to know I never had a drink before. I rather stay home, watch some movies, or read some books, all of this is not like me at all, but I've always looked at Mads like she was superior somehow. She's just angelical, always nice to everyone, making every guy fall for her, it's amazing, truly, and if she does so then I can do it too.

She hands me a shot cup with a yellow liquid in it and I watch as she chugs it all at once, not even reacting. Taking a deep breath, I do the same, wincing and coughing at the awful taste. She laughs, setting both empty cups on the counter and grabbing my hands.

-It's okay, we all do that at first, but in a few minutes it'll be worth it.

Her voice is so calm and confident that makes me immediately trust her. We stay in a spot close to the stage, waiting for more bands to perform. My brother's band should be next in line. I watch as she dances softly to the songs, even though the rhythm in my opinion wasn't danceable, or enjoyable. She was having a good time, which made me feel better.

One guy makes a few announcements on the mic and then the stage is full with my brother's band, each of his friends in their specific places. I decided to give it a try, I had my best friend by my side, and my brother was playing, I've studied for the last two weeks, and I'll probably be fine. The instruments begin to make their sounds, Mads is bobbing her head so I do the same. In one moment, she takes my hand in hers and we dance together, it's actually fun, but then something happens and the entire place goes dark. A few screams are heard, and when the lights come back Mads were nowhere to be found.

That was it for me and I just imagined she went home so I walked back to my house too. I tried to study more, but my mind couldn't let me process why Madison disappeared without saying anything.

The next day I spent all my classes wondering where she was, she didn't go to school and she lost the quiz. She didn't show up for the rest of the week, and I tried to reach for her, but she wouldn't answer or text me back, I wondered if she was mad at me.

Monday came in quick and there she was, but she looked different.

-Hey, Mads! You look tired, where have you been? -I ask, not even hiding my excitement to see her and my concern.

-Hi, I guess I got a cold, I just felt really weird.

I smile when I hear her excuse, knowing she isn't mad at me, and I tell her a few things she could do to make her feel better. Unfortunately, the next class was close so I had to go, but seeing her made me feel a little less paranoid.

As the days passed Madison looked weirder and weirder. Her behavior changed completely, the way she talked to me, or how she looked at people, mostly guys... That's when I decided to follow her and see what she was doing. I know it's bad, and I shouldn't invade her privacy like that, but I was curious and worried that something was wrong with my best friend.

I wish I didn't.

With a couple books in hand, I followed Mads after class through the gym and to the pool area. I hid behind the grandstand as I looked at her walk to a guy. He seemed so happy to see her and they immediately started to make out, which was weird, she was desired, yes, but she wouldn't normally let guys do anything to her, or with her. I was about to just leave, thinking that maybe she was just feeling like doing something different or even experimenting when she pulled away and something in his eyes changed.

I was far away and still could see the exact moment when he felt the agonizing fear. Blood spilled everywhere and I dropped my books with a jump. She looked back, but it wasn't her, it wasn't a person, it wasn't a real thing, and it was full of blood, sharp teeth, and a creepy smile I'll never forget.

I quickly picked up my books, running away as fast as I could. This can't be real, I'm seeing things, I'm going crazy. Tears fall down my eyes as I rush to my house, completely ignoring the fact I was supposed to walk home with my brother. I close my door and pace around my room. Did I imagined it? Am I dreaming? Was I in some sort of trance?

-Woah, what happened? It seems like you've seen a ghost. -I hear a voice behind me.

I turn around, panting heavily, my heart almost about to rip my chest when I see Madison leaning against my door. The normal Madison I used to know, not the monster Madison I just saw minutes ago. Why is she here? How is she here?

I stutter to say something, but nothing left my mouth. She giggles softly, looking like the same old angel I always admired, closing the door behind her and walking in my direction. I fell on the bed, sitting down in panic as she got closer, her hands cupping my cheeks. I closed my eyes, trying not to think that maybe I was the next one, the next victim of whatever she- that was.

-Are you scared of me? -She asks, in a low calm voice.

My tears kept falling and I had no control over myself, my body shaking in fear and my eyes closed with no chance of being open so soon.

-Aw, poor baby, so scared like a little puppy. Don't worry, pretty girl, I'm not like that, not to you, no, never to you.

She pulls away, pacing through my room and going through my stuff. It was like she was giving me time to think, to react, but I couldn't. She picks up a lighter from my desk, playing with it and leaning against my vanity.

-W-What did you do? To him, what did you do to him? -I ask, my voice shaky and scared.

She smiles, tilting her head.

-Oh, him. Him, a boy. -She scoffs. -I don't really like boys, y'know? The only good thing about them is their eyes when I kill them, that's what I like to do, kill boys.

I was already in panic so my reaction just intensified, which made her laugh a bit.

-Why are you crying, sweetie? You're not a boy, I wouldn't kill you.

She drops the lighter and climbs into the bed, hovering over me.

-No, I like you, I won't kill you.

Her smile was the same, and she looked the same, but it wasn't the same person and it terrified me. That's not her.

-N-no, no, I– how? Why?

I was mumbling incoherent words when I was interrupted by her lips pressing against mine. I had no idea how to proceed, what to think, what to do, that was my best friend, but it wasn't my best friend, I didn't know who or what she was, but it wasn't the girl I knew.

Madison pulls away, her eyes flicking to my lips as she stands up again.

-Unless... you want me to kill you? -She asks, with a smirk that hasn't left her face.

I shake my head, scared that it was my end, but she just giggles like it was a joke.

-So be nice f'me and don't tell anyone, yeah?

My mouth was open in shock and I didn't know what to say. She walks to my door, her hand holding the handle as her words leave her lips.

-Be a good girl and I won't have to kill you. I'll see you around. -She winks before leaving.

And now I was alone.

𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒔 ✍︎

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[seriouslysnape]

hello! can i get a severus lazy sunday morning with the reader? 🖤

Severus Snape x Fem! Reader Tags: None. Word Count: 1.1k "You can stay right here. I'll call you when it's ready."

It was the pattering of rain on the roof that initially woke Severus up. It drummed on the house and sprinkled across the windows. The trees outside rustled from the wind that whistled outside. He let out a slow exhale at the sound of the low rumbles of thunder rolling off in the distance.

Three days of solid rain was more than enough, and frankly, he was missing the sunshine. Nonetheless, there wasn't a thing he could do about the weather, so he supposed that griping about it wouldn't do him any good.

After all, it was hard to complain when there was a beautiful woman curled up next to him.

Severus was a bit of a stirrer in the mornings. He wasn't typically one to lounge around in bed, typically getting up and on his feet the moment that his eyes opened. But you, on the other hand, liked to gradually wake up instead of getting a fast start to your day. If there wasn't an immediate reason to get up, then you were more than likely going to stay snuggled in for a little while.

With that being said, he tried to keep his movements to a minimum to avoid waking you. He could bear staying wrapped up in the sheets if it meant you getting some extra rest. He was perfectly content with holding you close and watching the weather rage on outside through the window.

Unfortunately, he couldn't control the volume and intensity of the thunder that accompanied the rain. One booming crack of thunder spooked you awake with a hard flinch and a light gasp. The sudden reaction even made Severus jump a bit, his arms holding you tighter as a gesture of protection.

"It's all right," He nuzzled his nose into your hair, pressing a kiss just above the tip of your ear. "You're safe. It's just a storm."

His morning voice always sent a chill down your back. It was deeper than usual, groggy and sluggish. You relaxed at the sound of it, releasing a relieved sigh when you realized that your house wasn't being attacked by some outside force.

"Mm. Still raining I assume?" Your eyes fluttered closed again in an attempt to slow the hard thumping of your heart.

"Unfortunately." He grumbled, his focus on you instead of the storm.

"It's not all bad. I've had you all to myself for three days straight." You giggled, the sound of your laugh spreading a warmth over his chest.

"Darling, has there ever been a time where you didn't?" He answered.

He pushed some fallen strands of hair out of your eyes, a small smile appearing on his features as he admired your calm expression.

"Generally, no. But sometimes the duties of being a professor steals you away."

He couldn't deny that. Just being a professor could be overly demanding -- adding in being the head of Slytherin and some occasional administrative responsibilities could most definitely dry up the well of his free time.

Before he met you, he spent pretty much every night at the school in his personal chambers. He didn't see the need in traveling home every night (as easy and convenient as it might've been) if he had no real reason to. He spent all of his time at Hogwarts from September to June.

But after meeting you and having the pleasure and blessing of your lives intertwining, he had to learn how to balance his work life and personal life. Now, he traveled home almost every single night, unless he just couldn't get away from his office and/or classroom.

He did everything that he could to ensure that you were his top priority...although, sometimes he still fell short.

"We still have well over a month before the term starts," He remarked. "Plenty of time before my schedule gets overly full."

"What's on your schedule until then?" You asked, eyes opening just enough to peer up at him.

He let out a low chuckle when he kissed your temple, the vibrations running down your side and causing a brief tingle in your toes. He exhaled a satisfied hum when one of your legs settled between his.

"You."

Another roll of thunder rumbled, yet not quite as vigorous this time. You smiled at him, which caused a tint of a blush to appear on his cheek.

"Doesn't sound too busy then." You ran your index finger's knuckle across the apple of his cheek with a feather-like touch.

"Just the way I like it." He smirked.

A round of silence followed. The two of you were just enjoying each other's presence and taking advantage of the fact that you had absolutely nothing to do...not to mention having a great excuse not to come up with something to occupy your time.

The rain was relentless after all. Who in their right mind would want to go out in this kind of weather? It was a perfect setup for a day inside.

There were plenty of things to do around the house. The only problem was that you had already been doing them for three days now.

You could only take a crack at raiding and reading your entire library for so long. The house was spotless and lemony fresh, so cleaning was crossed off your list. You were looking forward to trying a new recipe for dinner, but you assumed that you still had an entire day to get through first.

"What time is it?" You asked, realizing that it could've been noon for all you knew.

Severus raised his head just enough to peek over you to get a glimpse of the alarm clock on the bedside table on your side.

"6:47." He answered.

"Oh, that is so early," You gawked. "I'm too awake to go back to sleep though."

"Shall I make us some breakfast then?" He suggested. "You can stay right here. I'll call you when it's ready."

"Pancakes? Coffee?" You asked, a glittering admiration for the man talking sweet to you shining over your face.

"Of course," He nodded. "Whatever you want, angel."

He peppered kisses across your nose and down your neck, bubbly giggles and squeaks sounding out from your chest. You managed to squeal out an "I love you" through laughter and shrills.

He couldn't understand how someone like you could love him so much. He liked to think that he had done something in his life to deserve some like you. But in reality, he knew that he was just plain lucky.

"I love you," He returned the endearment before whipping the covers off of the bed, ignoring your hiss of disapproval. "Pancakes are on the way."

Once he was on his feet, he pulled the covers back over you, chuckling at the way you shimmied further down with a gleeful whimper. He pressed a kiss to your forehead before leaving to whip up the best stack of pancakes you had ever tasted.

"Enjoy the rain, my love."

[aestheticpearl]

— 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥

✧·˚ things with zaros have always been casual, right?

“i need to leave, i have a meeting with my mother.”

“stay.”

the word hangs in the air for a moment as zaros wraps his arms around your bare waist. you didn’t mean to be in this position with him, well you didn’t mean to be in multiple positions with him yet here you are, both of you naked under the covers of his bed after some passionate activities.

your fingers subconsciously play with the ends of his hair as he draws shapes on the small of your back, the action sends shivers up your spine.

“i have to go.” you reply but show no actual initiative to move from his arms.

“please my earis,” he says teasingly as he hides his face in your neck to place a whisper of a kiss. “stay with me. i do not wish to hate you again once you leave this room.”

“so it must be.” you kiss him gently and remove yourself from his arms to dress yourself as he watches your every move.

zaros stares for far too long as you button your clothing and secure everything in its proper place. he watches as your nimble fingers that once gripped his bed sheets mere moments ago now grip the fabric of your royal robes that hug your figure beautifully.

“i assume i will see you at dinner?” you ask, turning to look at him.

zaros refocuses on your eyes and suppresses a smile so you don’t notice how eager he is to see you again that the dinner between your two houses.

“yes of course.”

“good.” you reply as you tie the final knot on your robe and leave the room without another word.

zaros sat in his bed contemplating on how he got to this point in his life. fucking the earis but not being in a real relationship with them, everything was so confusing to him. he knew that you did not love him the way that he loved you, but a small part of him wished you did.

zaros leaves his bed and starts to get ready himself, putting on his shirt his eyes catch himself in the mirror and locks onto the marks you left on his lower neck. his fingertips graze over bruised skin gently as he examines them. you told him to never mark you for fear of someone seeing them but he never minded you making your claim on him.

something about these marking though triggers something in zaros and anger gets the best of him as he throws the vanity chair across the room. he breathes heavily before composing himself and fixing his hair in the mirror to join his mother for the upcoming dinner.

by the time dinner has rolled around zaros does his best to maintain his emotions that seemingly got the better of him after you left his room. your constant glances over at him are starting to get to him though and he does his best to focus on the food that is in front of him even if he can feel your eyes on him.

"i must excuse myself for a moment i believe i lost one of my broches in the hallway. zaros will you accompany me to look for it?"

zaros looks up at the mention of his name and stands to follow you into the empty hallway.

“did you actually lose your broche or is this just a ploy to get me alone?” zaros smirks, part of him can’t help but be a bit full of himself.

“i need you. let’s fuck.”

zaros is taken aback by the sudden confession. it’s not the crudeness of the statement more of the time and place for it and this was not the time nor place to fuck.

“you’re insane if you think i will fuck you while our parent are in the next room.”

“so that’s a no? i would’ve thought you were bolder than that zaros, i guess i was wrong about you.”

your words hit all the right places that you were intending to get zaros to do what you want. it’s easy to read his face since he is very expressive but somehow unaware of it.

your hand finds his arm and guides him to an empty room with a lock and against zaros’ better judgement he lets you take control of him once more for the second time that day.

“you’re such a good boy for me zaros.” you say as you kiss him deeply. a flush warms his face at the unexpected compliment from you. you rarely praise him like this, let alone kiss him with so much care, it confuses him.

“let us go before they grow more suspicious, hm?”

you’re both sweaty but he can’t help but think about how angelic you look with the glow of sweat shining on your body.

“you look beautiful…”

you lock eyes with him and nod before being the first to leave the room to return to the dinner. zaros is left alone with his thoughts for the second time that day and he hates it. he doesn’t know what to think or how to feel about you. he wants you but you don’t want him and it’s driving him mad. what could he be doing wrong? why are you so cold with him but so loving at times?

all zaros wants is answers that you are not willingly to easily give. unlike him who will always give his body, and soul if you’d only let him, to you.

.love always <3 pearl

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